That day we wandered 'mid the hills,—so lone
Clouds are not lonelier,—the forest lay
In emerald darkness 'round us. Many a stone
And gnarly root, gray-mossed, made wild our way:
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I have found a kindred soul! Beautiful descriptive phrases abound in his writings such as how May then minted treasuries Of crowfoot gold- almost every line of his poetry delivers likewise golden treasures.
....a very nicely penned write of exquisite imagery ★