Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Chimera lost, adventure won


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A finite line:
finding time.

Timeless climbs
where lessons chime.

Chimera met
as merely a fret.

Fires lit
as youths sit.

Skits read,
once hunger fed.

Freed stars,
asleep in snores,

To swim with snakes
in ice cold lakes.

Like it or not:
rashes? bites? hot?

Not lost, what a find,
on a finite line.

Photo: Santa Lucia Trail, Ca.  Backpacking with young boyscouts last weekend, an adventure!

6 comments:

  1. I used to be a cub scout den dad. In the third one, why not "youths" or maybe even "boys." If you want to stay with "youth," the verb should be "sits."

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  2. i'll walk that finite line...nicely done....good to see you again...

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  3. Thank you, I have been away for awhile. No time, considering.
    Bill, I ALWAYS listen to your feedback. This post was in haste, I changed two lines. your suggestion, and the line freed stars....

    (write what you know, is all I know) and I am so glad it rang true with you two.
    Keep writing
    Dianne

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  4. This is so evocative of those youthful outings. Nice job - the fine line.

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  5. Fabulous Dianne
    You know what I want from you.
    Friday Fifty-Five

    Love your beautiful Pic...G

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  6. loved it,
    your writing is amazing1

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