Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Pines Are Alive With The Sound Of Music

The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south – Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth Did make as to devour While everything to corners … Continue reading

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Goodbye, But Not Farewell

The old man smiled.  “I shall not die of a cold, my son.  I shall die of having lived.” Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop   “They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their … Continue reading

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The Smell of Woodsmoke

I shall build me a house where the larkspur blooms In a narrow glade in an alder wood, Where the sunset shadows make violet glooms, And a whip-poor-will calls in eerie mood. I shall lie on a bed of river … Continue reading

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Dear Bob:

There is a song by Rodney Crowell entitled “Things I Wish I’d Said” that ends with this couplet: No, I don’t have to live in dread Over things I wish I’d said You probably never heard of Rodney Crowell, or, … Continue reading

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