Of the mountains
of the peaks
of the hills and valleys steep
I the mountain
man of woodland
keep my forest keep
in the rivers
in the lakes
in the waters deep
I bathe and water
fish for supper
pull my oars asweep
i am a hunter
and life preserver
at loss in grief I weep
at end of day
abed I lay
to drop to restful sleep
Poetry days #07.
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Beautiful! I like the form too.
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Thank you for reading. It is a lovely part of the world.
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Sounds like a beautiful life of solitude, even with the grief. Such a beautiful photo. Is it quieter during the day or at night?
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Fortunately, there are still many places you can have to yourself and find quiet day and night. However, as the population grows there are more people discovering this part of the world. These days the holidays see more visitors than we are used too, but it remains pretty quiet on the whole.
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