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Poetic Rebirth
i love the fields that stretch to where the eye fades
and the thick remote forest that gives emerald shades
with oaken branches, and wild hard fruit, heavily laden
where the wolf hides, and shepherds watch over the herds
i am at home,when i roam the flat green wheat fields
sizzling locusts make them ripe, while the sun gilds
and they stretch to horizon line, like a green carpet
that sways to every winds breathing, smooth like velvet
fair and meek is the wind of the hilly rocky mountains
where i haunt the place, homely called wolf's fountain
with prickly shrubs, by a high giant rock overlooked
birds quench, wolves and foxes, could be even hounded
and into the misty fog that unfolds thick layers wide
lying quietly flat, by the majestic mountain side
i send the scanning eye, peer into each grain of air
mystically question the self about what might be there
i know heaven has taken great care to make this earth
a place to wisely live in, and highly value its ethical worth
every thing is perfectly taking its pre-destined course
It is time to follow the wise words, not the vain discourse
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