The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound,
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water,
and I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Maverick Mist 
Wonderful poem and cute photos!
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Thank you Ann.
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I thought I recognised this poem. ๐ Thank you for the reminder of “The Peace of Wild Things”.
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Thank you Nomzi. ๐
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You are welcome. Have a good week. ๐
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One of my very favorite poems. I love the ducklings that you chose to accompany it. ๐
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Thanks, you can’t go wrong with ducklings. ๐
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these touch the heart with gentleness- and a beautiful poem!
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Kind of you to say. Thank you Cybele.
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Aww the ducks are so cute!!! โค I'm sure my cats would love to play with them ๐ . Very well capture of the ripple and the way they enjoy their family day ๐ ๐ ๐ !!!
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Ha ha, as long as they just play in the water. ๐ Thanks Khloe. โค
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Hahaha yea๐๐๐ป You’re welcome my dear friend๐
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I love that poem! ….Im not sure WHY Im missing all these ~ but Im happy I stopped to catch up …and those ducks are adorable!
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Glad you stopped by too, thanks. ๐
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