"Dock of The Misty Hills" A wooden walkway did I take, a dock in the misty hills. Shadowed by uncertainy, truth I sought, a battle of mighty wills. A sign, a Seagull, flight! it bid, stand not to battle, my soul, I hid. By dawn the war had raged to end, spent by tourmoil, the wills did bend, and I emerged to finish the walk, smiling as the misty hills did talk, of peace again across the sea, and peace within did come to me.