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| "I would not settle where I could not see The mountains, court wild beauty at my door, And follow mountain trails forevermore. My eyes seek out horizons endlessly. I probe the past with restless memory For long-lost episodes where waters pour Down slopes that sing. What treasures are there more To hoard in hearts than such wild ecstasy? Remembering now, I build a rendezvous Of dimming trails, of campfires cold and gray Beyond the skidway and the slash. I dream Bare peak and pinnacle may yet renew Lost fragments of my wilderness. I pray That golden trout still haunt their magic stream." ~Ardis Manly Walker Back to Poetry & Prose Back to Tarol's Homepage |