<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Forest Lord for S.J.Gardner</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I walked out beneath the moon<br>I heard that old compelling tune<br>The Pipes of Pan that faintly play<br> have power to steal my will away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old God rules the forest yet<br>I know he does I can’t forget.<br>I was forced to follow the sound.<br>Although I know he can’t be found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unless he chooses to reveal<br> he is alive and well and real.<br>To tell the truth I found it odd<br>For Pan is a forgotten God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has the power to overrule<br> with music as his only tool.<br>My hardened shell of disbelief <br>and in some way grant me relief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From all the woes which trouble me.<br>So for a little while I’m free, <br> to leave reality behind.<br>For long enough to still my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I might be only fantasy.<br> I’m well ware that it could be<br> Although I try I can’t explain<br> the forest is till Pans domain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then suddenly the music ceased.<br>I knew that I had been released.<br>I still cherish the memory<br>Of the night Pan played pipes for me..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">28-Oct-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413879" data-title="Forest Lord for S.J.Gardner de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="As I walked out beneath the moon I heard that old compelling tune The Pipes of Pan that faintly play have power to steal my will away. The old God rules the forest yet I know he does I can’t forget. I was forced to follow the sound. Although I..."></div> </div> </div>

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