A poem I wrote about my recent vacation Woods are so inviting. Clefts in the hills beckon. Moss yellowed limbs long to be touched. Curving bright streams wend their way without me. Why is it loneliness doesn’t mar the beauty? Am I the first witness to loving creation? The train moves past untraveled paths, uncrossed [...]

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