Solitude And Song Poem by Barry Middleton

I know the meaning of the poet's words,
in solitude to hear the song of birds
within a misted glen and feel the wind
arising in the place where streams begin.
Beneath the sacred trees of silent time,
yet I could hear the heart of nature's rhyme
that kept the rhythm of a somber grove,
the creak and sway within a hidden cove.
For solitude and song were given me
as gifts from musings of eternity,
and they have not withheld a faithful peace
where every worry of the world must cease.
So deep within the woods I will remain,
relieved of strident crowds and rasping pain.
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The image is a replica of Henry David Thoreau's cabin.