sitting on the front porch of my mountian cabin watching the mares and foals run and play in the field across the stream, hearing the birds singing, and smelling the fresh cut hay field on the breeze
2006-08-04 09:08:40
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answer #1
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answered by Just Me 6
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Every time I read this poem, I am at peace (as I am right now):
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I Will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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2006-08-04 16:08:32
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answer #2
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answered by thomasrobinsonantonio 7
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Having a happy home with love and honesty.
2006-08-04 16:04:54
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answered by strawberries 5
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when everyone gets along
2006-08-04 16:07:42
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answered by casper 6
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No fighting with you.
2006-08-05 11:26:28
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answered by Anonymous
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i dont know......lol
2006-08-04 16:12:00
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answer #6
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answered by *Neha.* 5
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