My fears are caught and tempered
Hung in the low fog over the valley
Dissipated into bark, hedgerows
And the substance of fresh air
Accompanied by warm memories,
Familiarity of fresh air from other places
Other homes
Birdsongs sooth
As a fading country view brings me back to peace again
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Author:
A.J (Pseudonym) (
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