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Contentment by James A Garrison Soft cooling  breezes wafting over lush, undulant field, Sunshine glistening off of the wounds of trees that sap has sealed, Insects buzzing quietly in the distant background, While the wind curls through, healing every stress to be found. A dog yelps and races past, hard on the trail of some rabbit or cat, In the distance boys squabble and cheer as one goes to bat, A man two rows down sweating as he pushes a mower, Leaning back and enjoying the shade, a cigar and book in my hands    willing the evening to go slower. Holidays spent with loved ones, Opening presents, sharing barbeques, Talking of