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| "An Oaken Arch" by Sherry Lynn |
Placid, peaceful, pleasant place:
Soft—
Golden light and rimmed with lace.
Like cathedralic hallowed shrine,
nature's room grants us access,
bids us gaze upon her love then dine,
and feel her tender caress.
Feel the light which falls down without fears,
Feel the air that hovers round,
Feel the thoughts that echo down through years—
Light with mercy crowns the ground.
Where skies kiss trees with perfumed breeze,
where sunlight falls resplendent;
An oaken arch gives way to March,
and earth glides up transcendent!
- D. Benning
