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The siren wails below the meadow As a boy cries it’s mother home But I stay put, the sun is warm and the grass is tall The trees sway and the sun approaches its zenith  The siren still wails its echoing sigh  “Damn the siren”, “Damn the noise”  I dream of the morning fog;  The pleasance of the silence unknown  But the silence is no more and I must take action  I head inside, and close the doors.  The silence returns in the comfort of the home  Joyous, I go to the window, to still take part in the day  And among the flying birds and expanse of blue sky  A distant smoke plume Tall Grass Meadow at UCSC

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