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| Thursday, April 5, 2007 |
| Sky where there should be none |
Here lie the remains of another fond childhood memory that now only exists in my mind. The 4 large trees in my front yard were great fun back then. We would climb as high as we could, and just hang out up at the top of the trees. Our perfect vantage of the neighborhood. It was only a few months ago the ice storm came that destroyed them. The house no longer looks the same. The neighborhood no longer looks the same.
"I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." |
posted by Brian @ 9:51 AM  |
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Sometimes life leaves us stumps. Nice integration of the Frost.
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Sometimes life leaves us stumps. Nice integration of the Frost.