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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Country Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m country child, spurn town defiled, pollution makes me wild.<br>When Spring’s waft breeze soft tickles trees, from beaten tracks I keep, <br>with heart beguiled by creatures wild, through woodland dim and deep<br>my way make mid the forest hid with self am reconciled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From city guil[e]d, souls’ stress, soles riled, I’ve strayed, at peace abide <br>with sun and shade on woodland glade, in valley, mountain steep, <br>delight each sense with joy intense, - a harvest rich to reap <br>from Spring which rings till Autumn brings its fruits by bushels piled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fly with bee from tree to tree’s bright blossom pink and white. <br>No cities know pure streams, dawn’s glow, air fresh and fragrant where<br>there is no smoke, where folk won’t yoke each other to despair.<br>Suburban spite, skyscrapers’ height, can’t quite convince as right. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imagine plight of elf or sprite confined too tight! Maid, knight <br>stroll hand in hand through leafy land in freedom everywhere, <br>no asking why, nor spoke reply, we’d need, nor seek, nor care, <br>for spirit mild of open child soars through delight, finds flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love’s love’s invite, both greet the light when dawn’s first flush is born<br>with badger, bird, with lowing herd, we’d sit and stare, take time, <br>no clocks absurd, no siren whirred, should compromise love’s rhyme, <br>so haste with me to taste joys free, no more to fee in pawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lets brave the wind with hair unpinned, love at first sight ‘tis styled, <br>eyes seeking eyes flush fresh surprise through morning, noon and night.<br>As seasons flow all reasons go, know heights, no lows, excite<br>summations which together stitch two into one beguiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature’s Child</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I’m a child of the country, spurning city defiled and grim, <br>my heart’s beguiled by creatures wild, and the woodlands deep and dim.<br>When the warm south winds fall, soothing, from the ferny forest’s feet, <br>come the nightingales’ songs each even, in madrigals mild and sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I am a child of the country, Spring orchards soften my sight<br>when the bees fly to the blossomed boughs, whose buds lie pink and white.<br>Then hand in hand in the sunlight stroll my soul’s betrothed and I, <br>nor need we words to question, nor words to heed reply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes I am a child of the country, longing for lush fields at dawn, <br>where the air feels fresh and fragrant, when sun’s first faint flush is born, <br>then thrush appeals to starling: ‘Fie, forsake thy stealing way! ’<br>and the badger cubs, and the birds, and I, welcome the break of day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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