Charles Nichols

A meadow is for a soul...
A place where the woods and mountains lull,
And give away a murmur of peace,
A garden sheltered by the trees
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You look at me, You say 'good bye'
I say 'good bye' to You,
And then You ask, 'is bye so good?
Sincere...
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Wide the open spaces lie,
Fields of yellow cheerfulness,
Circled all by wheat and trees,
Ruled soft by blue and white
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Can a word ever hold
What a soul feels within?
Can passions be freed
Through the voice of the pen?
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Wyoming is grassy,
Grassy and spacious,
Spacious and High,
And swept by the wind
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The world lies large before me,
I hear many voices, Love, Adventure, Sacrifices,
My God is near me, directing my way
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I know my roots and whence I came
Whence my tiny square of fame
Where my talents have begun
Where my joy came springing from
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The Purple Hill of Sunrise

The purple hill of sunrise lays afar in firm repose
Under soft blue sky tinted gold and rose
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THE CONQUEST

In life you need a purpose
A summons to a fight
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