21. A Little Peace And Quiet
Where my heart truly lies
Is in the beauty of a simple life,
In a little peace and quiet,
Slower pace and lesser strife.
Where my heart truly lies
Is in the beauty of a simple life,
In a little peace and quiet,
Slower pace and lesser strife.
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There are some drawn to the ocean,
Its boundless depths and mysteries,
Where crashing breakers sound like thunder,
And gentle breezes kiss the seas,
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Father Time, your footsteps go
Lightly as the falling snow.
In your swing I'm sitting, see!
Push me softly; one, two; three,
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If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
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Last night we saw the sunlight fall
Beyond the gate and old stone wall,
And brighten on the stocks of wheat,
Ripe after days of brooding heat;
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The golden sea its mirror spreads
Beneath the golden skies,
And but a narrow strip between
Of earth and shadow lies.
I wonder if we realize
The gifts that we've been given,
The endless flow of beauty
Bestowed on us by heaven.
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I slowly unfurl to the wide World
Stretching up to the blue sky
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O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
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Sitting to-day in the sunshine
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
God scatters on earth, from above;
The mountains are full of glory,
such a beautiful, rugged territory.
Snow that caps the highest peaks
Feel the peace, which you find in nature.
Positive atmosphere which gives you more pleasure.
Feel the golden morning and the energetic sunrise.
A crisp, cool autumn evening,
Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.
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I came to the mountains for beauty
And I find here the toiling folk,
On sparse little farms in the valleys,
Wearing their days like a yoke.
The world outside is a wondrous place,
Filled with many miracles to see.
It's a place to hear and smell and feel.
It's a place so unfettered and free.
I live in a world of yellow and green,
An abundance of colors rarely seen,
With swirling seas of silver and gold,
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Sultry sun on fields and bay,
quiet calm engulfs the day.
Faint troubled rumblings in the sky
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I dare not look away
From beauty such as this,
Lest, while my glance should stray,
Some loveliness I miss.
There's a simple beauty to the falling rain.
The same kind of beauty you find in a child's smile or a flower covered hillside terrain.
The sound of the rain falling on the roof above
Deep into the wood where the bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave