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“When the long, varnished buds of beech Point out beyond their reach, And tanned by summer suns Leaves of bright bryony turn bronze, And gossamer floats bright and wet From trees that are their own sunset, Spring, summer, autumn I come here, And what is there to fear? And yet I never lose the feeling That someone else behind is stealing Or else in front has disappeared; Though nothing I have seen or heard, Makes me still walk beneath these boughs With cautious step as in a haunted house.”

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Book:Quiet as moss: thirty-six poems
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Quiet as moss: thirty-six poems

This book is a compilation of thirty-six poems that delve into the beauty and serenity of nature. The poems are crafted to evoke a sense of calm and contemplation, inviting readers to reflect on the quiet moments found in the natural world. more

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Andrew Young
Andrew Young

Andrew Young, born on March 12, 1932, is a former Mayor of Atlanta. He played a significant role in the civil rights movement and achieved notable accomplishments in politics and diplomacy. more

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