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To wandering minstrel breezes

The rapturous oceans roar And shout their praise In gospel waves That crash and smash Against a cold And distant shore. The mountains sigh and moan, Lift suppliant arms, Sing paeans and psalms That rise then echo back A hollow, Mocking tone. The forest trees may Bow their heads And bend their knees, But not to pray. Instead, If you should ask them why, They pay no heedless god tribute, They're merely giving Mute salute To wandering minstrel breezes Passing by.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 3/8/2018 5:58:00 AM
Now that is great imagery Jim, These are all wonders of God..
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 3/8/2018 10:58:00 AM
Thanks, S O.
Date: 3/6/2018 9:27:00 PM
Jim, I find your write so dreamy, I was with you on that distant shore and sighing mountain, and beneath the praying trees, beautiful !
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Date: 3/7/2018 7:10:00 AM
Thank you, B W.