A green heartland,

A green heartland,
Acres of grass
Where stand
Like a cool shadowy place,
There once I put to rest
All my urban hurriedness,
A green tree filled solace,
A deep breathing space,
There once I left all my poems...

And those trees,
Old and beautiful,
They bear witness
To my letters thrown,
They bear all wintry evening songs.


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