Who were we when we went walking Waverley way?
Weary, wasted, weather-worn wanderers.
What we wanted was… Wonder.
Without which we, wrathful wraiths we were, wallowed.
Winds wailed. Wilderness whimpered.
We wrapped wounds with wilted wings.
When were we worthy?
When we withered? When we weakened?
Warily we went.
Walls within walls we walked, weaving worrisome webs.
When were we worthwhile?
When we worshiped? When we worked?
When whispers warred with wisdom.
We welcomed Wonder:
When we wavered.
When we waited.
When we wrote.
When we were whole.
Who were we when we went walking Waverley way?
We were wrong.
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