Tranquility

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    Tranquility

    Sitting here on the mountain top
    I sit and stare deep in thought
    And marvel at the wonderous sight,of the sun rising in the sky
    I see and eagle soaring high above me
    Dancing on the wind unseen, flying in endless space
    I see the beauty far below, houses, rivers, trees and more
    And I wish I too like that eagle could soar
    The quiet fills my soul with peace
    Oh, what wonderous sweet release
    To be free of the noise of the city
    The noise that is now so far beneath me
    I wish I could stay here forever
    But, cruel fate hath said no longer
    For I must now return to my home
    But, I will return and it won't be long

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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