Kid Pan Alley: Music

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Inspired by a poem of Wendell Berry. We live in the country where nature is what nurtures us, helps us through the hard times, and gives us perspective.

On a withered branch outside my window
a crow alights and whispers in my ear
a worried wind blows from northwest of Canada
I long for the peace of wild things

when shadows grow thin, sadness swells within me
dreams are of nothing but fear
I go to the wood where the white deer lie sleeping
and walk in the peace of wild things

The call of the great blue heron
a snow white swan gliding on the lake of dawn
the scarlet cloak of autumn, feathers falling
I go where the wild things have gone

When my life is strained, shadows cloud my dreaming
I go where the golden eagles soar
the heavens lie sleeping above and below me
I rest in the peace of wild things

The call of the great blue heron
a snow white swan gliding on the lake of dawn
the scarlet cloak of autumn, feathers falling
I go where the wild things have gone

for a moment I rest
in the grace of creation
free
free like the wild things