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Clear for us a little refuge. Just for now turn off the tap Of incessant change' Just for a while. Let the manic breathe the air Excite him with colours Let him feel sounds lapping at his soul Turn off the grinding machine, Clamorous noise Imprisoning the mind. Today I want to hear the birds sing I mean hear, Not a backdrop to raging industry. Today I want to watch the grass Bend in the breeze, Without command to keep it in neat Short strips. To sit without orders or deadlines And talk a little with the person I used to know as me. |
| Ron Harding |