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Trudge On

by Mary L. Knepper

In a Dream...I Walked the fog upon the moor,
My barefeet felt the dampened floor.
I heard a distant whipporwill,
The shadows then, were standing still.

I feel the damp upon my face.
I know the moor is beneath me, but still I stand in place.
A cool wind blows, and gives me breath.
I hear a stream running fresh.
I'm on my way to who knows where,
But my "sweet lord" is seein" me there.

Trudge On...