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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Sylvan Setting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's nothing like the lovely rustic charm<br>Exuded by the far flung lush green country farm<br>Where trees in majesty sweep heaven with their crown<br>And birds, with celestial music, the surrounding valley drown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the air, so pristine and sweet like the forest glade<br>And Heaven, with rich profusion, bless the country wide. <br>Where the rural folk in relentless toil, values and pride<br>With their simple, artless and modest life reside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My senses have ere long etched every sight n' sound<br>Of that country side wherein my childhood inextricably bound<br>To those days of bliss, I would like to retreat<br>And splurge in memories that cascade down in surfeit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a beautiful day with the sun shining bright<br>And the white downy clouds lazily trailing west<br>We walked down to the creek to catch the silvery fish<br>And waited for them to come to the surface with a swish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the rocky bank, breathless as we sat<br>Looking for the fish, greedily nibbling at the bait<br>We felt the hook line suddenly going taut<br>With something from the other end pulling it tight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of a sudden reflex, as we lifted the rod upright<br>To our wild uproar, saw a fish dangling and twirling uptight.<br>&quot;Angling in a brook on a bright sunny day<br>Is so much fun for the kids&quot;, we heard someone say.<br> <br> We went after dragon flies, by the side of the pond<br>And all through the fields and the pastures beyond<br>Meandering our way through vales, chasing butterflies                             <br>That, from flower to flower do nimbly flutter by, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We pace up and down, ever eager for the best catch<br>To carry home that winged thing with no other match<br>To shut it in a glass jar to survey it close<br>And watch it splay its wings in resplendent gloss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back from school when homework is done, <br>Quickly, gathering friends, we move as one<br>To the open ground, beyond the clump of trees<br>To run and play in the evening breeze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As black birds wing their way across the sky<br>And the ruddy orb in the west is about to die, <br>When shadows slowly shrink and shrivel <br>And the dusky eve spreads a smoky veil, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only then, demurring, we leave our play <br>Cursing the elements that Time doesn't stay<br>Smutty and gritty, homeward, as we plough our way<br>We promise once more, we would meet the next day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As hot summer fades and dark clouds gather round, <br>When east wind scatters dry leaves from the ground, <br>When elders announce the arrival of an impending shower, <br>Stealthily, we plan to go swimming in the nearby river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On stormy nights as we lie, listening to the splatter of rain <br>Over tiled roof with the clatter of a speeding train <br>How swift, we drift involuntary to the castle of Slumber<br>To be lulled asleep by songs of magical tone and timbre! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, staying in the mad rush of a steaming city<br>With people surreptitiously chasing goals so petty<br>How I miss those yester years that are fled<br>And yearn for the sylvan paths once more to tread! !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Valsa+George">Valsa George</a><div class=q>
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