Sheep Pastures
Out of the noise and clamor of the town.
I have come down
To this green pasture land where sheep
Gaze in the golden light.
Where shadows creep,
As deliberately as they, across the grass.
The slow hours pass,
And I am one with the rhythm and the rhyme
Of this still land, this quiet time;
Even my hurrying heart has stayed its pace
Within this quiet place.
by Grace Noll Crowell
posted by Victor Lai @ 12:25 AM
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