The Wise Wanderer
By Hoppalong
The White Stone Trilogy: Part 3On a rock by an oceanside, near the great divide,sits an old man staring at the setting sun, wide eyedAs the wind stiffens his gray beard and hair into strandshe folds his gnarled hands over his staff's iron bandsThe old man seems to be at one with the rocks and seaand though ancient he may be, his rheumy eyes can seenot only rocks, gulls and sea, but the future and pastof all things born and passed in this universe so vastFor the old man was shown the Name on the white stonea Name only to be known to the Lord and one soul aloneThis is the last of the trilogy. Thanks for reading. Lotsa Love. Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 09 2001 04:39 AM PST 0 • 13
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"The White Stone Trilogy: Part 3On a rock by an oceanside, near the great divide,sits an old man staring at the setting sun, wide eyedAs the wind stiffens his gray beard and hair into strandshe folds his gnarled hands over his staff's iron bandsThe old man seems to be at one with the rocks and seaand though ancient he may be, his rheumy eyes can seenot only rocks, gulls and sea, but the future and pastof all things born and passed in this universe so vastFor the old man was shown the Name on the white stonea Name only to be known to the Lord and one soul aloneThis is the last of the trilogy. Thanks for reading. Lotsa Love...."