Rural

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The traveler stopped for restthe sky a silver hue,the sun setting in the westthe waters, a dark blue.
The trees--they quiver with life.Yes, all around me,They shake with strife.Their bones, bare of bark,They're stark white cast in dark.Sister stars shoot to earth,Little pricks of light plunging-
Like waves of tall grass      over dips and bumps
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