Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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How it feels...

How it feels
amid the fields
on a breezy summers day..
On a sloping hill
in winters chill
while Deer’s are lost at play

Between mountain peaks
in valleys deep
where only Eagles dare
To be in your arms
far from harm
where only true love cares.

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