Twisting roads through green speckled hills
Red barns that dot a summer long gone
Skiers seeking perennial winter thrills
In woodlands deep and silently strong
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Resting on the slope of a summer field
A youth gazes upwardly at nomadic clouds
The sun's almond light to them must yield
As a westerly breeze eases away mental clouds
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Short grey days usher in darker nights
Trees long since give up their plight
As dying leaves float when they fall.
Angry wild geese cry as they call
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Rain drips icicily on Paris's April quay
As blossoms of cherry stir the misty air
The left bank ponders over cafe' au lait
While the whiff of tobacco releases the day's care
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From the hammer to the anvil
From the sheath to the sword
From the eyes to the tears
From the blood to the rage
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If life is a fox, are we the howling hound?
Forever chasing toward the greener hills
Down on the moors searching firmer ground
Hunting forward for those distant thrills
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My heart often strolls through emerald glens
As my spirit flows with silver salmon rivers
Where thoughts take me around future bends
And the gentle winds make the willow trees quiver
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The warrier stands tall with battle-ax
Outnumbered, he fears not coming death
To him, honor is not an unpaid tax
But his shield whose enemies blood will wet
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April showers sprinkle the new life
As the shepard smiles down at the lamb
Upon the recent hills of winter strife
The daffodils around the old ruins cram
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