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Submitted by

Don Holmes



QUIET MOMENTS


QUIET MOMENTS







I go in quiet moments



To sit and be still



To a place where the birds



Fly over the hill







I go in quiet moments



To stand and to stare



Out over green meadows



That harbour the hare







I go in quiet moments



And let the world pass



While I languish and lie



In the long sweet grass







I go in quiet moments



To sit and to dream



And hear the sweet music



Of a meandering stream







I go in quiet moments



To sit in the pew



Of the old village church



To be closer to you







Terrance Maltby







Written in Strelley village, Nottingham


Terry Maltby