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The Frontier |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
The Frontier The rate increased. As his right foot left the stirrup; And his gloved hand brushed the saddle With assurance stamped "U.S."; With both feet settled Further into the snow; And his mount's breath signaling Like smoke reporting from a rifle barrel; He knelt within the meadow. Tracks Leading to a thicket, Out the far side, Down the ridge, Across the frozen creek Then up to the cabin Where a pale New England hand Stirred stew in a kettle. Instantly His heart drummed faster As the price of land Went up. RMW |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
and for that drama in a minature..I thank you |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
You even have us smelling the soup.... how do you do so much in so little? |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Decaf....I just add water. Bob Cpat. Hair....thank you, sir. Bob |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you for this trip through history, Bob. Cor |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I chanced to read this earlier today...on a re-read.... I see things a bit differently. It is good to have time to digest, re-read, re-group, come back... and remark... amazing bit of difference. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
The price went up indeed. Well done my friend. |
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