Sunday, February 7, 2016

This Land I Walk

                                                             ... this land I walk 

                         ... my respite ... and my sorrow

                                                                               ... beneath the sunbright pine // tiny rib bones
                                                                     


10 comments:

  1. Wonderful words! I've felt exactly like this numerous times.

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    1. Thanks, Bill ... good to see you again. :)

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  2. The photos, and your words... make a wonderful image.

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  3. A powerful image with a powerful emotional impact.

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    1. Thank you, Nancy, so good to hear from you ... hope you're staying warm ... :)

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  4. The beauty of being a creature of the landscape.. not just the loveliness it brings to you, or you to it, but the beauty of truths in all their shades of emotion.
    The last line will linger in my mind for a long while..

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    1. Thank you so much for this very thoughtful comment ....

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  5.                        

    A break is all that we need to rise again from that which pull us down. Bury the pains bury the old hatchets. The winds of change for good shall come and that day the brightest star one will surely see.

    Like the depth of phrases used.

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    1. I so appreciate your always thoughtful comments. Thank you.

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