Ben Harrison Poems

Green hills rolling
Over the grassy plains
Tall mountains climbing
Higher than gods grace
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Journey with me
to the place of little faith
where you will come to see
a land of neutrality
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The howling of the wind
passing my ears

The smell of fallen leaves
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Time is an endless road
Traffic going in an endless flow
Never once to be slowed
With wind whipping to and fro
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