We don’t imagine men
who live alone
in the mountains
of ever dying—
we seldom saw them
when alive.
Word trickles down
the watershed:
tracks in fresh snow
where he lay down
forever to become
part of our landscape.
“BETWEEN THE BOARDS”
“STORYLINE” by Andy Wilkinson
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“Best of the Dry Years: 2012-2016”
HOMEMAKING — 2016
“WIND UNDER MY SKIN – 2014
‘STREAMS OF THOUGHT’ — Spoken Poetry 2013
‘GATE LEFT OPEN’ — 2013
‘PROCLAIMING SPACE’ — Wrangler Award 2012
‘UNEVEN GREEN’ — 2010
‘POEMS FROM DRY CREEK’ — Wrangler Award 2009
Old soldiers and cowboys never die, they just fade away…
(That’s what the poem made me think of. )
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Such a peaceful concept. Gave me goosebumps.
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Alone with God. Remembered by a few.
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Very nice. Thank you.
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