am i there, here? by Charlie Morgani am there now,
as i write;
i fancy that i can see the downs,
the huts, the plains,
the riverbed--that torrent pathway of desolation,
with its distant roar of waters
drenched red with native blood.
oh, wonderful, wonderful! so lonely and so solemn,
with the sad grey clouds above,
and no sound
to disturb my silent thoughts
of the day's length
and years lost in living,
or the sorrows gained.
09/21/2005
Posted on 09/21/2005 Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan
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Posted by Ronald A Pavellas on 09/21/05 at 05:37 PM yaas, charlie ...
It captures some of the feelings/thoughts I get when overlooking the San Francisco Bayarrhea from a high ridge, imagining how it looked 500 years ago before the Spanish and all the others ... |
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