With head held high and
Beak uplifted, drops of water
Slide down his craw
Refreshed, he moves on
To splash away his troubles
Tanka
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A born and raised Midwesterner who traveled to Oregon in 2006 via the Oregon Trail route, fell in love with Oregon and now call it home.
I am retired and pursuing my life long dream of becoming a Freelance Inspirational Writer.
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