Elizabeth D Atkin

Together we lie in the shade of the weeping willow
Listening to the soft flowing river
Meandering through the green fields
Taking with her our cares
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A week
Endless time
Ceaseless hours
Lonely days
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Thundering wheels of rubber heated
Mobile steel goes undefeated
Thumping pistons, grotesque loads
Pound and grind along our roads
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Lazy days
Warm breeze,
Sunny haze
Tranquil seas,
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How the moountains call me to the place I want to be,
I yearn to roam through valleys and set my spirit free,
Discovering the beauty of the early morning dawn,
Being there in Springtime to see the new lambs born,
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