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There is a mountain meadow I've seen once in life, many times in dreams where the only voices to be heard are those of lonely crying birds and the eternal gentle gurgle of a clear running stream, where I can nestle in the shade of massive evergreens On a hill below, cattle graze, as peaceful as creatures who've never seen a storm My retreat is many lonely miles away but amid the bustle of the teeming city I can close my eyes, and retreat within. Sirens, traffic, and shouting voices fade away from me and my stream whispers to me in its ageless voice and wordless message of solitary comfort and as if in a dream I respond to its call Behind me, a rough insistent voice barks some desperate plea or bold command but my ears are deaf to the commotion- my soul is my mountain meadow responding only to the lonely cries of birds. Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 06:17 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10

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