My heart yearns for the silence
Where the mountains meet the sky
Far from the ceaseless bustle
Of traffic scurrying by
Far from the sound of money
And the milling, maddening crowd
To where the sun scorched prairies
Lie peacefully all around
Where the winds blow wild and free
And the moorhen calls me home
I’ll live where life is fulfilled
And my spirit is free to roam
The Seer
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You have captured the spirit of america in artisic poetic expression, truly you are the embodiment of everything beautiful that I havr come to believe is America
🤸♀️🚵♂️💃
I hear this with my whole heart. These last 3 or 4 years I’ve really wanted to move to a much slower and quieter part of Nova scotia.
So resonant and beautiful beloved Almine 🐴🐦🐬🦋🕊🐺🐆🦌🍃🦄💟
Deep Gratitude💟
Land of the Free~may it always be❤️
I love and appreciate your beautiful
poem Beloved Almine💖
Free to roam. Yes, I hear you Almine.