Peace and Quiet
I loathe the sound of modern life
man made machine, electric knife
chainsaw rip through old oak bough
it seems so inhumane, somehow
give me peace, tranquillity
the robins chirp, the creek of tree
buzz of bee, or croak of toad
maybe I am getting old
not for me the the whirr of drill
tranquillity and air of still
is all I ask this gorgeous day
take your ruinous things away
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