I'm no Knight nor Lord nor Peer
I have no fancy name
I am just me
Untitled
I have no stately homes
No manicured acres do I own
But I'm happy
You see
I have my crystal streams
I have my southern hills
My rugged cliff top paths
The white capped foaming seas
I have the howling winds
The gentle breeze of spring
The sweet perfume of wild flowers in the air
And natures orchestral sounds
A tent to call my home
So many paths to roam
I'm glad that I'm
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