Tag: longing
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Where The Hearts Are
“This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath itLeaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman”* The winding two lane cuts through the rocky Hudson Highlands; the river, in reach but out of sight, is omnipresent. The rocks, draped in ice falls, hold the…
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Sacrifice
I want to ski on wooden skis I want to wear wool that’s not olive drab Drinking ice cold beers and mixing high balls I’d sit in front of a fire With a curly haired blonde We will remember the time together And show dog-eared, photos to our children They will think it drab Because…