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Shelter (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Twisted trees dance windy rhythms, dead lake below begs for run off, hills to the west capture a storm front. If i stay here longer i will become part mountain, my skin blended from the hunter, movement silenced by the desperate howl of pines battling to know air. Soon snow will again fall.

poetandknowit 21-Aug-02/12:07 AM
Last Friday I was in Colorado for Romer's 50th wedding anniversary. I was there to interview family and a few supporters from his home state of CO. So I went with my friend Babbit (I'll keep the name anonymous) and we tied one on. Listening to my questions the other day, I sound like an idiot. Oh well, it is almost over. Two years worth of work on one story coming to an end. Then it is on to finish others. That is all I have. When the article comes out, I will drop a line. You can trash it!!!!




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