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Up beyond the pegs and awnings Away from bustle of busy people, Where the hill gentle gurgles And water falls as sound from steeple, Dashing sparrows dive for cover, Bees go zig zag fly, And finger pointing fir trees Rain fruit on passers by. Up beyond the mounds of moles, Beyond the rabbits spoils, Up where cover is lean and sparse, Where floating buzzard toils, Higher even than eagles flight, Away above the cloud, The warming golden disc Glows bronze, exceeding proud. The sun looks down, Its rays enlightening the scene, Each blade of grass, Each needle leaf, Each dazzling shade of green Seen afresh, now living flesh, shining new born clean. In this new world New view, new eyes, See sparkling laughing burn. Contentment now pervades the mind With happiness at every turn, Life slows down, and all about Shows edges firm and clear, Blue sky, silver stream, And stripes on honeybee so dear. |