It remains, nevertheless, a legacy,
An acreage that nourished me--
Art, memory yet living--
A first love--

And I go there with expectation,
As to familiar music--
To know through the Heart,
Old Song still memorized--
Melting away years with Emotion.

And in spite of machine rape
Yet beautiful--
The Water Shed--
The North Slope.

09/11/2014

Author's Note: I hate four-wheelers . . . .

Posted on 10/05/2014
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