The Wendell Berry of It All

Is happiness as simple as a change of scenery?

Just to be clear, I love Wendell Berry. I love his books. I love his poems. I love him so much that I’m often tempted to think that if I just followed his example, then I would be happy.

Is that true? I don’t know, but I wrote a sonnet about it.

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Where does your mind go when there's room to breathe?
Mine transports me to a quaint country home. 
The creek out back flows slowly past the trees. 
With lots of land where my family can roam. 

Within this world I finally exhale. 
My stressors left behind with the commute. 
And quarterly reviews that I could fail. 
Do I just want to be another suit? 

But if I found a way to leave it all.
Discovered respite in a hidden place. 
A land whose beauty could my heart enthrall.
A private realm where sun could hit my face. 

Is all I really need to be transposed
To find some better soil from which to grow? 

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