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Jackson
by Leonard M HawkesI return for the languages:
Yes, the mountains speak—always have--
(Now almost as past lovers),
And the open sage country sings
The wailing ballad of Wyoming.
On a good day, too,
I'll use my German tongue,
Share my homesick heart in Dutch;
But it’s the artfully filtered visual
Tones in the galleries
(Reverberating certainty to my heart)
That translate, to those voices
Of my Youthful Gods.
06/16/2012 Author's Note: On a visit to Jackson,Wyoming
Posted on 06/16/2012
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/16/12 at 04:19 PM My eyes eat the sage as if it were tenderloin. This brings back too many memories if there can be such a thing. I hope you had an opportunity to visit the museum just north of town. It is another place I never get tired of seeing. You've made my day. Thanks!! |
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