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He Sings of a Place

Oh past horizon,

Seashore long

There sits a man

Who sings a song

 

He sings of a place

Far past seashore

Where the fish swim on

The birds still soar.

 

Where the trees still stand,

And the air is clean

Destruction and fire

Is yet to be seen

 

He sings of a place

Where trees do not fall

From axes and blades

But instead stand tall

 

Where the sea is not filled

With sludge and grime

Where the land is not yours

But nor is it mine

 

He sings of a place

Where humans do not

Kill not for food

And wars are not fought.

 

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  1. AA
    November 21, 2010 at 9:47 pm

    He sings of a place
    Of beauty indeed
    A place where we stand
    One people, now freed

    Awesome work Steve! 😀

  2. stevengaudet
    November 22, 2010 at 4:11 pm

    Thanks,

  3. Uyi
    December 18, 2010 at 4:28 am

    Ooooh nice. Really nice rhyme and rhythm there Steve. And the place he dreams of sounds great. Shame it’s somewhat a nightmare in reality.

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