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Land of the Loons
deep within the forest by an island hidden on the lake i listen to the lapping of the water the rustles of the trees i hear the loons i feel the mystical call of the wild around here is where my heart desires to be yet there is still fears in the land of the loons it calls to my mind nature calls of its healing touch where the world no longer exist traveling through time within my head where people were few a past no longer of existence a place i can only dream about a simpler time when we were in tune with nature around us in the land of the loons it calls to my mind where man survived by his wits his pride his own no one to compete where you made your own world and lived in harmony with nature you could forget about the bustle and demands upon your time things were still wild beauty abounded everything clean and pristine in the land of the loons it calls to my mind worlds that came together balanced survival a matter of strength of will you dream of the past that joins with a world of the present and survives knowing that somehow it doesnt exist yet it could if one really wanted it giving me a basis for life to share with and grow to be one with nature in the land of the loons it calls to my mind Vote for this poem
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