This place has everything;
The air moves more easily over the land
Uplifting fluttering streamers and kites
And drifting the reluctant sand
Everything is laid out in front of you here
A space to roam and breathe and run
The horizon line seldom obscured
And no clouds over the sun
Here in Spring amongst grassy mounds
The skylark's precious eggs are hidden
Wherein life to songstress is granted
Then from earth to heaven bidden
This is a place to sit and reflect
On life and it's queasy embrace
A chance to feel at one with the world
A chance to feel at one with this place
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