The family is like the forest. If you are outside, it is dense; if you are inside, you see that each tree has its own position. Nigerian Proverb

nov06 238

Bells Beyond the Forest

Henry Kendall

WILD-EYED woodlands, here I rest me, underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees;
Underneath fantastic-fronted caverns crammed with many a muffled breeze.
Far away from dusky towns and cities twinkling with the feet of men;
Listening to a sound of mellow music fleeting down the gusty glen;
Sitting by a rapid torrent, with the broken sunset in my face;
By a rapid, roaring torrent, tumbling through a dark and lonely place!
And I hear the bells beyond the forest, and the voice of distant streams;
And a flood of swelling singing, wafting round a world of ruined dreams

FOTO – ARMIDALE PINE FOREST 2006

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