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Camped by a river, a slightly rocky shore,
the spring morning light warms my back.

Look up at the mountain top,
from under the rim of my black leather hat,
listening to the sounds of the water gurgling past,
the crackle of the small fire warming the coffee.

Smiling at the scent of that strong dark roast.

My dog gently pawing at the soft sandy ground,
upturning rocks in his search for something as yet unknown.

Watching the glitter of the sunlight sparkle in the air.

I imagine a sound so distant, so near,
someone is awake, grabbing a cup to share.

A voice unseen,
one from a dream.

And whether someone known whom I host,
I raise this coffee cup in toast.

Freedom is mine,
you know what I mean?