Peaceful Woods
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Barry Middleton
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The green of peaceful woods is haunting me.
The glowing gold of spring confounds the air.
For in these lonely hills, I am set free,
so high above the field of daily care.
I feel the breath of air that stirs the leaves;
and in this place in spring, my soul may mend.
I smell the dampened earth where no man grieves;
for it is here I know the gods attend.
And spring declares that life may come again;
and warns to not surrender to despair.
So here I wait and welcome light within,
a moment's whispered hope and silent prayer.
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