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Come for a walk with me
I need to be out amongst the trees
and the green...
Let's follow the Avon River
as it meanders
through the Botanical gardens
in Christchurch
I need to breathe the fresh Autumn air
and see signs of life
this waiting
this waiting for death
is new to me
I am a stranger to its ways
unfamiliar with its dance
the erratic path it takes
My Father
is very strong willed
but so is Death
they are engaged in a duel
where there is no doubt
as to who the victor will be
Autumn is slipping away
the slow Avon keeps on flowing
to the source
and nature fills me anew
with her
golden energy
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