conscious living poetry journal
Poetry in Search of Meaning
Monday, September 08, 2003
Fleeting medal of honor
I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing
in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance
that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.
-Henry David Thoreau
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