It’s only on a long sorjourn
That I reflect with fondness on my home.
The moving clouds and endless grass
Critters and creatures all en masse
The beauty it radiates after it rains
Such beauty makes the appeal of modern Life fade
I look over the hills and rainbows
God’s beautiful creations on show
My heart will always return to it’s heaven’s veil
Because my home is Helensvale
*Lately I’ve been feeling nostalgic even though I currently am home. I guess home had a powerful pull on me. The mountains and valleys and even the snake that’s currently neighbor*
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
-Lord Byron
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