Mud Valley Memories
We have had a lot more rain than snow this winter. It's interesting to see where the rain goes in the grass.
O, the wind howls over the hills tonight
And wide is the lonely sky
These are our hills when the snows drift deep
When roaring freshets flow
When under the summer moon they sleep
And when the red leaves blow
And where'er we go and whatever we do
Memories will remain.
And wide is the lonely sky
These are our hills when the snows drift deep
When roaring freshets flow
When under the summer moon they sleep
And when the red leaves blow
And where'er we go and whatever we do
Memories will remain.
These are our hills when the snows drift deep
When roaring freshets flow
When under the summer moon they sleep
And when the red leaves blow
And where'er we go and whatever we do
Memories will remain
Of the winds that blew on the trails we knew
In snow and sun and rain.
When roaring freshets flow
When under the summer moon they sleep
And when the red leaves blow
And where'er we go and whatever we do
Memories will remain
Of the winds that blew on the trails we knew
In snow and sun and rain.
—From Mt. Moosilauke (1924) - Winter Poem by H.P. Haile
6 comments:
That's really pretty.
Cool--nice detail on the water!
I like the little curl in the water.
Creative shots--it feels like you're standing in the stream.
Very peaceful and relaxing to look at.
Nice word pictures in the poem! It goes well with the photos.
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