The Home You Were

Poem By Ben Banda

Oh love!
what our dearest
you were
times before
rocky mountains
you turned!
which brought
with them
sweat and fatigue,
into our feelings,
into our hearts,
that arrived mightily,
on us faster to ride
as mortal chariots.

Sept 2001

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My applause for your fine efforts. Keep up the good work. Sandra Fowler

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