Sweet freedom

The crows upon the swelling hills 
The cows upon the lea 
Sheep feeding by the pasture rills 
Are ever dear to me 
Because sweet freedom is their mate 
While I am lone & desolate 
I loved the winds when I was young 
When life was dear to me 
I loved the song which nature sung 
Endearing Liberty 
I loved the wood the dale the stream 
For then my boyhood used to dream 
Then toil itself was even play

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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