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The Ballad of Clear CreekA Book by Cricket ColfaxVignettes of weird nonsense that happens in mountain communities. Half-true, half-hearsay. |
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Introduction- The PointylandsA Chapter by Cricket ColfaxIntroduction |
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Open RoadA Story by AshleyThe open road longed for me and I longed for it. Nothing felt more sincere and right; traveling along the gentle river with the sound of music filling.. |
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Ardaitheoirí sí a skirts in aghaidh ..A Poem by Ken Simm.(She lifts her skirts against the wall) |
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The Amaranthine HazeA Story by Navatechs LLCThe dust and dirt rise from the city as my breath escalates with every divine sigh from the mountains behind me. The city glistens like light on water.. |
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The Mountain in WinterA Chapter by J. LandFor the glorious imagination in nature... |
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The JourneyA Poem by AbbasOn my way to Hope, BC the scenery was so beautiful it awakened in me the poetic flow which inspired me to write this beautiful poem |
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Love begins with a childA Poem by B.JYesterday I was at a function which led me to think about the life of a child. The dreams of a child, and the world we might loose. |
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Little boyA Poem by CNFBA little boy wandered through a valley,Looking around, darkness was all he saw,No one around, everytime he reached out,In the middle of these frighten.. |
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WhispersA Poem by EuropaThe sky it bloomed in dual hues,like sinking shades of sea.An anchor attached the sun fell through,light shone between the trees.There's stories etche.. |
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The Dark Green ConifersA Poem by Robert Ronnowanother day in the woods. on Strawberry ridgelooking out over undulating green hills tothe next great wall of mountains. the lastmorning clouds left f.. |
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EarthA Poem by Robert RonnowTwo people cannot see the same way but they can teachOne another their ways. One gives up body and soulTo follow the flow of the historical woman unti.. |
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PeachesA Poem by Robert RonnowWherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's the varmint gone.. |
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Under-sky sleeping, bone keepingA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the holy spotwith the sitting rockthere is oak. Outwhere humans livethere is shagbark hickoryand maple.Ants climb the rock.August, and young birdsa.. |
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An EncounterA Story by OllyA special encounter on a recent visit to the Mountains of Madrid. Taken from www.soulandsierra.com |
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