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A solitary wanderer
Guided by the winds
Through lonely valleys
Sipping from streams A wanderer

amazon woods travelpintopinterestSleeping under stars
Night’s canopy as tent
Rolling on soft grass
Lay supine, dreaming

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Of the sparkling stars
Holding them in the eyes
Life sparkles with glee
Solitary wanderer

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Waylaid from the crowd
Greener pastures
Greets the wanderer
Solitude is bliss

rain forest model shootpintopinterestWanderer finds meaning
Finding ones purpose
Turning away from the crowd

Amitav Radiance

Apr 18, 2015
    

Orange skylines with
Copper inconsistencies,
Cobbled pavements
Converging, at odd angles,

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Stepped on
By fairytale homes
And tourist feet,
Almost, just almost,

In love with musicpintopinterestDrowning out the violins
And the voices,
Almost making me forget
That Europe isn’t home,
Somehow. In love with music

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

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To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
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And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
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Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
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Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
poem by By John Keats
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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honored among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light. Magical Childhood

Amazing kids photographypintopinterestAnd as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

2016_06JuneFortFisherBabiesCollage 2pintopinterestAll the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

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And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

Voices Of The Night – Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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A few who watched me sail away
Will miss my craft from the busy bay
Some friendly barques were anchored near
Some loving souls my heart held dear Sail away

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In silent sorrow will drop a tear
But I shall have peacefully furled my sail
In mooring sheltered from the storm and gale
And greeted friends who had sailed before
O’er the Unknown Sea
To the Unknown Shore
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