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On Arnold Ridge
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On Arnold Ridge |
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Kathy Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 153 |
On Arnold Ridge, the headlights hold the shadows to their trenches. And stab the bolder whispers, as they scramble from the fences. They might tell you that year laden ashes, hound-tracked and smooth, can't forget the hillside kettles. They might tell you that dead camps still recall: carbide lights, corn liquor and coming of age near the sound of guns and fiddles. Once born, few secrets are new! But, if, like tonight, they follow you down; down into the half-hidden hollow of the hunter's homestead, you might hear the music of corn-shocked nights chasing blue-ticked hounds far into the years. Once born, new secrets are few! |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"the music of corn-shocked nights chasing blue-ticked hounds far into the years." Ummmm... so well written Kathy. I like your style. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
a refreshing read, Kathy and I'm enjoying the few/new thought train and am hearing fiddles in the background alongside braying hounds |
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