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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Hard scrabble hills Scrub oak and cedar That do not yield Secrets or a living easily Lined faces drawn and still Show no welcome To those from outside Friendly eyes recognition Turn suspicious when realization that you are no longer From here…but left… why you back? Small town ways and words Spread news quickly then Now I am a stranger In my own home |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Gee, Ron, that sounds just like Appalachia. One doesn't expect that in the "typical" smalltown USA. |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
oh, I know this...sounds like NM too...guess what makes this so nice is the way it could be anywhere-anyone....even any relationship...I have had days like this in my marriage *shrug* nice write |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
The stranger's cloak has graced my shoulders as well... and it was not an easy fit. Well done Sir! |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Excellent! |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
Makes me want to read the rest of the story... Very visual, as always... and, of course, makes one ponder. Nice write, Ron. -MVS "When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said." |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Ron, this makes me want to share how I feel not at all at home in New Hampshire, though I grew up here. It's an odd feeling, when you know you belong somewhere else. Appreciating this. Sandra |
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