Robert Frost's poem "A Cliff Dwelling" reminds me of the people who must have lived here "Oh years ago--ten thousand years" and enjoyed the beauty and safety of a cliff. A place "to rest from his besetting fears". Welcome to mine.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Harvest time
I love the sound of the rain on the dry cornstalks, or the wind rustling through them.
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