Lying in among the corn stalks
there is no breeze
no noisy chatter of voices in the air
no sounds of traffic groaning somewhere
there is a silence
a warm silence
that keeps you safe and hidden
far from the clutches of anything at all
that can get inside your head
and penetrate the soft blanket of peace
nestled there in the dim light
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Where the water flows across so many well-worn cobblestones
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