Odd Feeling

 I have an odd feeling that I can’t shake. It is one that I can’t describe even to myself. When I try to do so I think of myself as a whiner, as if I have nothing to be grateful for which is far far from the truth. I have everything for which to be thankful. But….

…. a poem just popped into my head that I learned in High School… something like this…

I never saw a moor
I never saw the sea
Yet know I how a heather looks
And what a wave must be…
I never spoke with GOD 
Nor visited in heaven
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if a chart were given.

I think I  have said this before but for some reason it has been on my mind more lately. I wish I could speak more clearly. I mumble when I talk. This I know so at times I keep quiet when I have thiings I really want to say. But then again… what is there to be said these days that hasn’t really already been said at least once before by someone else?

NOTE: @k Denotes that the poetry/prose is a "Country Loner" original.