The poet, walking over hill,
Beside fastflowing streams,
Finds that his soul is lifted up
To form poetic dreams,
And, reading nature's epic book,
Whose rivers are its reams,
He finds that she with beauteous things
And inspiration teems.
(Branton, Thursday,6th April,2006.)
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