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The Woods

We pray for peace upon the place- where deer and bear cub roam. Streams bearing fish-of natural form must plenty weighted nets, and trees that make a song in wind- that some have never heard, are bastions in skyward grace to their Creator’s eyes. Each blade of grass, rock, stone and spring…. all work to make the scene… as blue jays, hawks and sparrows thrive within God’s promised care Rains and snows will bless this place. dryness a curse. And as one sits and listens to the songs of birds and leaves - you pray for peace within the woods, this place in nature fond. 07/27/2024

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Date: 7/27/2024 6:11:00 PM
I love this poem. I remember feeling sad after I read an article about a big city losing its power and all of the lights going off. Many phone call were made to 911 asking what was wrong with the sky because city dwellers had never seen the stars and Milky Way. That struck me as quit tragic. I can't imagine never having seen nature's beauty with my own eyes
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Janis Medders Tobechi
Date: 8/2/2024 7:47:00 PM
So many people have never seen or listened to the beauty. Thanks. And blessings Chetta.

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