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“Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.” ― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
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The Sound of Trees
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Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
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Why . If I could use words Like falling leaves, What a bonfire My poems would make!
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Waves of Wind
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Scholefield House
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We pray for one last landing On the globe that gave us birth; Let us rest our eyes on fleecy skies And the cool green hills of Earth. Robert A. Heinlein
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Ode to the moon
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Halloween series
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The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
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How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
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The other side
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The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
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Nature is imagination itself.
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Like a day-appearing dream
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The Whispering Illusion
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"The world is glittering with gold, and yellow streamers of sunlight wind through the tree boughs like God was throwing a party!"
