The cold blue night

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I was walking in the country, very isolated country, mind you, and it was night and i was just inspired to write this...its nothing much, just the way i percieved the night to be for it was a glorious night.

Submitted: February 21, 2008

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Submitted: February 21, 2008

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The Cold Blue Night.
 
 
A  silent  silent  night  tis  it
Cold  and  blue  and  windy
The  crickets  are  chirping  the
Owls  are  hooting
And  the  creek  is  stirring  and  alive.
 
The  road  gleams  silvery
In  the  cold  blue  night
The  mountains  loom, judge,  and  sleep
And  the  hills  shiver  in  their  coat  of  leaves  deep.
 
The  trees  rustle  and  sway
As  if an  invisible  hand  were  guiding  their  way
And  the  field’s  only  companion  is  the  silver
Moon  and  the  little  gold  stars  and  the
Pale  cold  clouds  in  the  navy  sky.
In  the  cold  blue  night.
 
I  silently  tumble  through  the night
When out  of  now where  the  wind  whispers  across  my  cheek,
Telling  me  to  look  up
And  as  I  stop  and  look  all  around  me  and  notice  the  beauty  of  this
Cold  blue night.
 
Many  feet  have  trod on  this  path
Where  I  now  walk
Many  eyes  have  perceived  the  glory
On  what I  now  gaze.
In  the  old,  cold  still and blue  night!


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