Far From the Madding Crowd   2 comments

Far From the Madding Crowd
by Nixon Waterman

It seems to me I’d like to go
Where bells don’t ring, nor whistles blow,
Nor clocks don’t strike, nor gongs sound,
And I’d have stillness all around.

Not real stillness, but just the trees,
Low whispering, or the hum of bees,
Or brooks faint babbling over stones,
In strangely, softly tangled tones.

Or maybe a cricket or katydid,
Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid,
Or just some such sweet sound as these,
To fill a tired heart with ease.

It ’tweren’t for sight and sound and smell,
I’d like the city pretty well,
But when it comes to getting rest,
I like the country lots the best.

Sometimes it seems to me I must
Just quit the city’s din and dust,
And get out where the sky is blue,
And say, now, how does it seem to you?

Posted August 9, 2008 by Lana G! in Creation, Nature, Outdoors, Photo, Photography, Poetry

2 responses to “Far From the Madding Crowd

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  1. What a peaceful picture!

  2. Ahh it seems absolutely glorious! Are you telling where you took this wonderful photo???

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