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A Place To Be

High upon lonely barren hill,
Where so few seek, all but season's time stand still
The winds blow fresh or with bitter chill
Tis a man's true exile

Tis far away from city sprawl
This desolate place where few feet fall
Free from the echoes, hard living can trawl
All be it, just for a while

Up there the sunrise brings the dew to its knees
And parades a patchwork of fields with scattered trees
Hedgerows shimmer on cue to gentle breeze
Birdsong heralds a bright new morn

Behold a view where seven counties collide
Distant roads woven into old countryside
Welsh peaks tumble into the Irish tide
And generations till their land from dawn

Soon a warm breeze whispers its message of peace
Making any burden crumble, and all worries cease
Tis when man can revel in the release
And make sense of the world

For many an hour, stare at landscape and sky
Picking clouds shapes, as they silently float by
Inhaling the scene and occasionally closing an eye
Amid natures quilt unfurled

Then at days end when the sun hits the sea
Sky set ablaze and milked cattle sent to lea
Shadows lengthen and cottage smoke once again set free
A cool haze too swift to roam

Soon the land is settled, by an ever darkening calm
Under twinkling stars, a tranquil balm
As birds deliver their final evening psalm
Their polite reminder to head for home

Upon high hill where so few go
And so few to seek, so few will ever know
How such barren lonely hill, affords such inner glow
Tis my place to be

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