| Workman's Creek * * If you ignore the sounds of the generator And you disregard the shouts of the kids You can hear the soft whisper Of the trickling stream * If you drowned out the sounds of the wood being chopped And you tune out the clink of the horse shoe game You can hear the leaves rustle in the gentle breeze * The crackling of fire The insects singing * If you listen closely These are the things Of a land long ago * A land where the animals roamed freely And the trees worry not about being cut A land that was respected and admired * These are the stories that are told In the gentle blowing of the wind And the soft whispers of the trickling creek * * *end* |
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