Ah, to be where quiet reigns
Far from frantic rushing throng
Where true concern no-one feigns
It's for home the wearied long
Many ills await the soul
When rest from strife is lacking
Worldly gain the only goal
Everyday nerve-wracking
A peaceful glen with breezes cool
And slow meandering stream
Sunlight a glistening jewel
Does not have to be a dream
When the time of rest is come
And daily toil has ended
Leave behind the sad and glum
Drink full of grace extended
~ Ellen Apple 4/16/2016
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