we walked
quietly over the hills and fields
and we stopped awhile
to catch our breath
or to stop for our lunch
that we had brought
wrapped in cloth by our sides
or if we were caught
by some sudden beauty
that often arises
in trees, valleys or in the bush
we came home
tired, but with memories
gently humming their tunes
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