Poem for a Sunday Morning

Peace (Pascal)
{Bill Knott}

There is a valley
Is the oldest story.

Its temperate qualities
Make us descend the trees
To settle down beside
Fruits and fields.

By its river content
To sit quietly in a small tent
To fashion fishing spears
From fallen limbs

No need to climb its hills
No need to go up there
To look to see
Another valley

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