Tag: spirits
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Poem in Response

Reading a comment made by my close friend, Penny Granger, on yesterday’s Snow-Covered Chairlift post, I was inspired to write this poem in response… Lurking in the woodsBehind every treeAre spirits of oldSeeking to be free Onto a chairliftSo ghostly, unseenThey come here to rideThis skiing machine When once others cameThe mountain did roarNot so…
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Poem

Water Spirits Sifting through time in forested mountainsAs beauty of movement in water chases gravityEchoes ring in a rush, over and around rocksRaining rhythm on riverside deadheadsRolling, splashing and drumming pockets of air I’ve come to appreciate the sound of rivers that talkSpeaking in the tongue of ancientsOf Indians, pioneers, early settlers and nomads alikeLives…
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