My friend and fellow blogger dune mouse

Wrote a piece on childhood memories

Their blog is always full of beautiful photos

and expressions of words,the last line of their post today was “In some rite of passage calling”

It had inspired me to write this poem

When you get a chance you should go and see their beautiful work


In some rite of passage calling

Even though we listen

We never hear it’s words

Even though we feel

it in our bones

we hesitate

In some rite of passage calling

You know it’s out there,all the signs point

Even though you follow,you still feel a lose inside

There are times you have listen

It just doesn’t seem to matter now

For the lose you feel is still

In some ways a rite of passage calling

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