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Found Poetry 395


a spider in the woodpile
I discovered while splitting
was weaving its silk web
instead of waiting and sitting

I then decided to stop
moving the sharp axe
so picked up a split log
and built its house back

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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