Pastures

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

To be surrounded by green pastures

And rolling hills like the sea

Stretching far and wide

And disappearing within the trees.

I desire this forgotten land

Hidden away and untouched by man.

Such is a place of history, shared with lucky few.

A field so open and bare

With nothing of industry to show but its own breeze and green.

I want this peaceful lonesome

If only for a little while,

Though I’ve yet to find such a thing.

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Sita says:

30 Dec 2022 at 9:45 am

It’s amazingly

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1. blogisabellesorrells says:
  
  30 Dec 2022 at 11:33 pm
  
  Thank you!!
  
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  1. Sita says:
    
    30 Dec 2022 at 11:38 pm
    
    My pleasure, you can even go through some of my posts if you have time
    
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  2. blogisabellesorrells says:
    
    30 Dec 2022 at 11:51 pm
    
    I would love to! I’ll check them out soon!
    
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  3. Sita says:
    
    30 Dec 2022 at 11:51 pm
    
    Thanks dear
    
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  4. Sita says:
    
    30 Dec 2022 at 11:52 pm
    
    Thanks
    
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Sita says:

30 Dec 2022 at 9:45 am

Amazing*

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