my poetry was born
between the hill and the river,
it took its voice from the rain,
and like the timber,
it steeped itself in the forests."
- Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)
Showing posts with label River Rush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label River Rush. Show all posts
16 March 2017
River Rush - Clark Fork River, Missoula, Montana
my poetry was born
between the hill and the river,
it took its voice from the rain,
and like the timber,
it steeped itself in the forests."
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