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Elysian fields
There are these gifts from the Lord here where I stand
Down the rivers edge with pebbles and dreams
Where the morning sun lay basking so sweet
Silver flickering springtime bugs
Flushing waters over submissive gems
Leaching carpets of moss find cozy roots
And those squeaking limbs rub in the breeze
My shoes are soaked in this boggy soil -
But nuisance or not this feeling lingers
This place where I foot and stumble-
Has changed with season
But each change intrigues me so
I’ve longed for the new birth to pioneer its self
Oh joyful robins you’re a welcoming visitor-
And you shall create your nest for fledglings to come
This beauty I see in everything inspires me
Past the hallowed trunk and the particle pale fields
My bench invites my to tell my tales
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