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Post by Raymond Neely on Aug 21, 2011 3:43:43 GMT -5
by Raymond Neely
I walked the steps of Pipestem tower. The hills were rolling shoulders out to sea. A wonder to me that God had such power, beyond the bird my soul wanted to be. Down below places I've lived were under trees. The Bent Mountain seemed to say brother straighten my spine and green sleeve. Old mother earth put forth a mighty heave to create your fine and beautiful curve. As the crawling snake your body does swerve. The colossal hills bear upon the rivers. The mountains' waters run into the rivers. The pristing waters are of Sun Valley Lake. My oath is be a breathren for God's sake.
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Post by wvliterata on Sept 9, 2011 18:42:29 GMT -5
Very nice. Sleeping dragons, my husband sometimes calls these mountains and hills.
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Post by Raymond Neely on Sept 29, 2011 18:50:19 GMT -5
When they rear from slumber, rising boulders in their wake, leaving chasms into the abyss where their bodies slept, amid rising cries shall the bodies tumble into the flames and into infinite space. We could begin a fantasy tale in such a way.
RN
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