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Wendell Berry at MyLifePoem.com (found: 2)
The peace of wild things
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
life we want
The life we want is not merely the one we have chosen and made. It is the one we must be choosing and making.