Spirit of the Meadow
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I've captured this moment near Thenon in France

The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
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Carpe Diem

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

O beautiful you in garden's heart
From point where tomorrow shall start
Playfully giving and receiving
In all this of going amending
Lasting futures impending
When flowers seeds are reviving

The love that comes into night
And sets out its feelings on flight
Where garden roses are true:
In each their approval and lore --
When love gives to become more
Of all that is to renew

© 2010 - Ben Heine

Morning's Kiss
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I've taken this photo in Fontalirant, near Thenon in France.

The above picture has been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.

© 2010 - Ben Heine

Château de la Hulpe
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I took this photo in La Hulpe near Brussels. The "La Hulpe Castle" was built in 1842 and overlooks nearly 220 hectares of meadows, woods and ponds on the edge of the nearby Soignes forest. The old Solvay field is a splendid extension of the forest and has some remarkable trees. It is a beautiful place for walking and relaxation. So much green, so much blue...

© 2010 - Ben Heine

The African Pony
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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Elemental Clouds

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Elemental clouds now ride the skies alone
Through the bound of the net raindrops falling
I hear a little music from some pebble stone
While the drizzles are splashing and calling
Steams in the wild it’s the forest song
Flowing with its drum drops earth-rending
Something for my heart in harmony to long
Each the flower petals and leaves bending

You and I we had our different ways
Sunshine and the rain songs that we found
In slanting slashing sky like horses that gallop
Tinctures in its shades dyed many plays
To the underneath water lustrous around
A thought in a walloping like the raindrop
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Wild Meadow
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© 2009 - Ben Heine

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Meadow of Grass

By David Anthony

I lie here in this meadow of grass
Counting clouds as they pass

Day dreaming without a care
The soft wind blowing through my hair

The warm sun feels good on my bare skin
I wish this feeling would never end

But soon the dark clouds reappear
Bringing back all my fears

To never feel the warmth of her hand
To never see her beauty again

To only know her leaving words
To only remember those piercing swords

To never feel her gift of love
To never be her only one

The rain pours down on me all around
Drowning out all the sounds

No birds' songs no crickets' chirps
No way to avoid all this hurt

I want to run but cannot move
My body feels the overwhelming blue

Then a rainbow shows through the lightning and rain
To remind me soon there will be no more pain

The sun comes again as the dark clouds pass
And my dreams return in this meadow of grass

(The poem appeared on authorsden.com)
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