Sweet night
Comforting fog that looms
The church bells ring
Echoing, rolling through
These great green hills
The animals lie asleep
Attuned to mans rythmn
The path I walk
Is lit by silver moonlight
Songs played
From the violins of crickets
Soon my path will end
I will find myself
In a new kind of light
The violins of crickets…..love it.
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Thank you, it’s my favourite thing to think
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attuned to our rhythms–Love our critters. Great poem
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Thank you very much!!
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Beautiful description, you took me there!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it! Thank you 🙂
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It’s my pleasure! 🙂
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