The road winds listening
single lane beneath
overhanging fronds of giant ragweed
along valley bottoms.
Hills loom listening
old lumps of tired mountains
weather worn, time worn
embracing narrow valleys
embracing narrow people
with shadows
stillness,
air close,
warm
horizon close
sky remote
shacks
woodpiles
hungry heavy jowled dogs
deep chested barking,
mufflers barking,
whine of chainsaws,
whine of babies,
drone of bees
lilt of dulcimer
roll of thunder
and the cleansing
plash of rain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZWZ7KpB5Zg
I'll fly away, Oh glory! Some bright morning I'll fly away. Will you join me? Will the circle be unbroken?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZWZ7KpB5Zg
I'll fly away, Oh glory! Some bright morning I'll fly away. Will you join me? Will the circle be unbroken?
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