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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 8:07 pm
The sun was high.
The river ran clear.
the ground was wet
from the last rainfall.
There, in the dirt,
was something shining
like broken glass.
I knelt to see it.
I gazed at it.
I knew what it was
An arrowhead;
a tool tuned treasure.
Arrowhead hunting, 1-21-05
I found an arrowhead while walking along the creek today. It was neat because I've never found an arrowhead until now. Your thoughts?
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 6:47 pm
Um...
Sing, men
No song is sweet enough
To call forth redemption
Stand peaceful in the light
We may have been forgiven but
We cannot readily forgive
Each other for thy sins
Our voices may be pure yet
No holier are we
Than beast that will not
Overlook nature's flaw
So.....
Sing as sweet as
Flowers in the dew
And may peace come to you
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 10:57 am
Right on! I like it! cool
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 1:18 pm
I agree. Very nice and sadly so true.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 7:45 pm
Entry 11
The engine was runnung hot
down 395
but I didn't give a damn.
The mountains outside,
the Sierra Nevadas,
scraped the pale, blue sky.
The sun beat down on the ground
waves of heat rising.
The engine finally gave.
Steam rose from the hood.
I sat there and sweated,
waiting for nightfall.
Why should I drive away then
and miss all the stars?
2-15-06
From my journal. Your thoughts, folks?
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