A Quiet Place

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there’s a place, where troubles can not climb

high in the mountains, among the great rocks and streams

the climber only hearth sounds of peace, love and life

wild deer drink from the springs and little foxes hide

find a niche, a place to sit, to think for days, weeks…

absent rude people, absent guns and traffic

wash your soul in the trail dust from hard clawing assent

feel the wild and set your heart free

blue skies, cold rain, woody smoke fires and thoughts of zen

yellow sun, green meadows, ancient canyons and deep snow

earth mother and father make love as hail explodes from the sky

deep in the cave dwells a fountain of knowledge and a turning

homeward

 

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