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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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