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Winter Reeds

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The Words Come Softly

The words come softly;
At the break of the day.

The words come softly;
And speak of fears they want to slay.

The words come softly;
Union is forever they say.

The words come softly;
Who’s words, who’s thoughts come today?

The words come softly;
When Spirit comes our way.

The words come softly;
For those who chose to listen.

© David R. Durham
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Slumbering Memories

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trees in silouhette
 

Slumbering giants soft reverie mellows
In winter’s slanting rays, whispers whispers
Of spring’s future unfolding green pleasures.

 

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Rural Simplicity

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Rural Simplicity
The natural order rests in rural peace,
There is no strain no forced modern pace.
 
 
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