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Posted by Jay Olson
June 21, 2016 -
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I’m making mental mud pies on this bright and sunny day.
The bubbling brook inside my mind is where I’ve gone to play.
The water’s sparkling, clear, and cold; everything is right.
Every time I fish this stream, I always get a bite.
It won’t be long before the sun, beneath which I now lay,
Will warm my soul, ease my mind, and chase all blues away.
Meanwhile I am packing mud; into gourmet pies.
I’ll bake them on the sandy banks beneath the pure blue skies.
The sky is blue above me; as far as the eye can see.
It fills my mind with stories of things that are to be.
The rambling brook meanders, from hither to farthest yon.
It matters not where I end up or which side I am on.
You see it’s all a fantasy; made up inside my mind.
It’s just another way I’ve found to help myself unwind.
I’ll soon be back to watch the sun as it travels on its way.
It will set behind the faraway hills; thus to end my day.~Jay O.
