I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Poetry
Beyond By H.A. Handy Copyright (c) 2006 by H.A. Handy
Life moves forward Snails pace Rockets force Always pushing forward Sometimes ghosts hold us back Yet through it all we keep moving Not here, never here Never one place for a while Always Beyond
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