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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Great Outdoors</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Standing on an old wooden bridge, <br>I look upwards towards a hilly ridge, <br>Where trees of every shade of green, <br>Hug the sides of a deep ravine, <br>And gentle paths are found, between<br>Bushes and shrubs, where they convene, <br>And one can happily walk for miles, <br>Past so many wild creatures domiciles.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Whilst scanning the river bed below, <br>Watching a meandering, peaceful flow<br>Of water, trickling over the weir, <br>So sweet to drink and oh, so clear.<br>I study the minnow and stickleback, <br>Then realise I'm without my anorak, <br>For I perceive there's a chill in the air, <br>Of which I've suddenly become aware.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So with an audible sigh, I start to leave, <br>And my way homewards, I start to weave.<br>Then just for a moment, I stop and pause, <br>Marvelling once more at this great outdoors.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ernestine+Northover">Ernestine Northover</a></strong></div>

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