Feeling blue

Rainy Sunday afternoon
Who wants to hear what I have to say?
I’ve got a story in the works
A silly fantasy
Of people oh so noble
Good and kind.
They live in a wonderland
Of mountains and meadows
And prairie that goes on and on
Horses running wild
Birds soaring high.
Little villages
Perched in the crags
Simple people
Living simple lives.
Their Minder a Man
Unselfish and true
His own cares
Put aside.
His land he loves
He keeps it pure,
No careless waste
Nothing uselessly
Put aside.
The lowest life-form
In this land
Is just as precious
As the high.
Where is this land I sigh?

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