that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Thursday, January 27, 2022
My lovely wife Helen fixed my blogs Yeah!!!
"A telephone line goes cold;
birds tread it wherever it goes.
A farm back of a great plain
tugs an end of the line."
from The Farm on the Great Plain
William Stafford
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