What did you say, son?
Why did I cut what? Those flowers?
Because they were there.
We do need to clear this field before fire season.
But you say they weren't a fire hazard like the dry grass
So we didn't really have to cut them?
Maybe not, but it was easier to go cutting straight through
than to stop and think about it.
If you really want flowers, you can buy flowers somewhere later.
Quit worrying about that kind of stuff.
Just forget all about it.
Gateways for the Little People?
You say if you relax in a field of wildflowers
And let your eyes unfocus and your mind go blank
You may suddenly hear music and song and laughter,
And if you follow your ears and your heart
They'll lead you through the flowery gate
Into the land of the Little People,
Whose cares are different and perhaps more to your taste
Than the cares of this world?
I'd better not catch you telling that to the neighbors.
They'll think there's something strange about you.
Quit worrying about that kind of stuff.
Just forget all about it.
We're almost half done. Let's take a break.
Here's a tree we can sit under.
Son, do you hear somebody singing off behind me somewhere?
Are you going to meet them?
What are you laughing about?
Where did you disappear to?
Son?
Son?
Answer me!
Wherever you are, come back here!
I am your father!
Please come back and tell me
If I really did just hear a faint voice
Telling me
"Quit worrying about that kind of stuff.
Just forget all about it."
Thomas G. Digby
entered 1215 hr 4/29/92
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