Classic poem of the day
It was on the banks of Hoosic, in days of long ago,
Where then, as now, its waters bless the farmer as they flow;—
It was in the vale of Hoosic a father and his son
Were dwelling, on the day before the day at Bennington.
Along the river stretching was spread a fertile plain;
There sire and son were thrusting in the hook amidst the grain;
While near at hand their cottage stood half hidden from the sight,
By trees that wooed the birds by day and sheltered......
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Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes,
they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many,
fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told,
it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever,
empowered energetic edge to species human,
and amazing animals as one might often observe,
inhale invigorating images imbued that tantalise the rapt rambler,
magic meadow mindfulness gets a great gee up,
from well-found winds which waft,
w...
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