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Dorothy Wordsworth and her brother William — God bless them —
walked the wild hills in search of the sublime.
Instead, give me scenes less pedestrian —
roads, fields, and cities where our plans and tools
are somehow in harmony with nature's bounty,
where gentle hills and high-tension towers
bow and curtsy to one another.
"Please," say the daisies, "you first!"
"No, no," reply the pipelines, "you!"
Photo of a roadside wire fence, a line of trees, a ripe meadow,
and a forest near The Whip Tavern, Coatesville, Pennsylvania.
Photo and prayer 2015
by Danny N. Schweers
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