Thomas Segel

For The Dream Of Peace

The sky so blue, the sea so green
A more lovely sight is seldom seen
The wind blows and carries my mind away
To a distant land, and another day
I see a village by the shore
A thatch-roofed hut and an open door
The nets are strung on a beam outside
They are being sewn with strings of hide
I can hear the pounding drum

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