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The woods are vast, deep, and dark. The wind blows hurriedly through the trees. The branches respond with crackling bark - in communion...

Looking towards the mountains far brightened by a distant star they thought of all that they had seen Where they'd gone Where they'd been...

Looking towards the mountains north He felt a rush of air burst forth A bird called him from its nest Jocular and free, and filled with...

B eside branch and leaf, a convergence of streams meanders beneath, Their ancestor’s dreams. And I bathed in song Listen to her whispered...

Here's a poem about the burning of the Connahaynee Lodge. Mountains, sky, field and rocks Timbers and nails, woolen socks Paths and...