robert meadows

I walked into the woodland across a lonely trail
I heard the singing of the birds and the flutter of some quail.
Then I came upon a stream, the gleaming water was so grand,
as I laid back and rested upon a calm and peaceful land.
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The wind whispered in the pines like a ghost moving slowly towards me.
I knew that it would happen this night for a circle of red went around the golden moon.
Then in an instant I saw her standing by the old barbed wire fence.
Her hair was waving in the wind like a flag on the day of death and battle.
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I can still see her there, down by the river.
Her soft facial features standing out now because of her loviness.
She is like a springtime day afer a long dull gray and cold winter.
Can it be any wonder why I love her so?
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Listen to the sound, can you hear it dear?
There it is again, moaning and howling it is getting near.
I can hear it in the valley and on the mountain too.
It is a rising wind, cold, and srtong and cruel.
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