A Morning Meander
woke up restless this morning; another restless morning of a restless day of a restless week. not to allow the early morning light to slip by again, I headed “down the road” with a quickly packed bag of “gadgets” and came back with ...
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The Vantage Point
Robert Frost
If tires of trees I seek again mankind,
Well I know where to hie me--in the dawn,
To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn.
There amid loggin juniper reclined,
Myself unseen, I see in white defined
Far off the homes of men, and farther still,
The graves of men on an opposing hill,
Living or dead, whichever are to mind.
And if by noon I have too much of these,
I have but to turn on my arm, and lo,
The sun-burned hillside sets my face aglow,
My breathing shakes the bluet like a breeze,
I smell the earth, I smell the bruisèd plant,
I look into the crater of the ant.
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