Valley of bones, valley of vision
Sleeping houseless sockless soapless
With three fleece dog blankets against the wind
A trail bar from the bag, or a charitable cheeseburger.
Christ have mercy it's six degrees and the wind's
Blowing down like hell out of the mountains
The wind blowing down from the mountain
Author: Duncan MacNae
Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees.
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