The Fox
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Dear Poet,
Today, you woke with plan you were going to befriend a fox. I listened as
you spoke about how you would follow it's track trough the forest a...
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
Monday, March 10, 2008
the tree
I often write about the farm
it is a beautiful parcel of land
connected to a farm....it's true
name is Roads Farm. the hills,
pond and trees are truly a new
england post card.
on this piece of land the most
breath taking tree welcomes you as
begin to walk the path. The tree is
silver, yes silver and white...
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