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Louis K. BlissEight A.M. Sitting down on the grass Vibrant green Shining in the sun’s rays Still wet from dew Away from the hustle and bustle That consume our lives The neon and deadlines of society Cannot reside here The sound of quiet Illuminates my ears with Its brilliant silence I’m at peace The smog and sirens of civilization Haven’t extended themselves To this place of bliss Man’s diseased touch has yet to infect This area I may be on the wrong side of The man and nature barrier But there is no doubt This is home On the exterior Civilization is teetering on The brink of Self-destruction Tomorrow may come But eternity Is now The world’s tensions may have Erupted outside my zone of peace, But I haven’t noticed I’m too relaxed [BACK TO TABLE OF CONTENTS, CLASS OF 2007 EDITION] |
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