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Fog Is Rising

Fog is rising from the distant valley, As morning creeps toward high noon While courageous rafters run the river, And the early climbers reach the crest Of the outcropping along the edges Where the river valley ceases to exist.
written September 12, 2021 "Bite Size Poem No 21" Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier

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Date: 9/14/2021 12:57:00 AM
You painted a beautiful picture...
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/15/2021 8:13:00 PM
Thanks, Shirley. I'm glad you liked it.
Date: 9/13/2021 7:16:00 PM
As nice a setting as there is. Kudos, Gershon
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/15/2021 8:13:00 PM
Thanks so much, Gershon. I really appreciated your reaction to my poem.
Date: 9/13/2021 2:41:00 AM
That natural beauty, you have captured it well, Milton:)
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/15/2021 8:14:00 PM
Jo, thanks so much for your kind and thoughtful response to my poem.
Date: 9/13/2021 2:10:00 AM
Adventurous piece Milton...Delice
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/15/2021 8:14:00 PM
Thanks, Delice, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Date: 9/13/2021 12:38:00 AM
You've caught the great outdoors well Milton, no better place to be. Tom
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Date: 9/12/2021 1:52:00 PM
Very visual, I yearned for your beauty to go on and on!
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/12/2021 5:23:00 PM
Thank you so much, Robert. It just seemed to end there at the river's edge for me. Maybe I'll add to it....
Date: 9/12/2021 12:36:00 PM
Your imagery is making me want to climb over some rocks and sit down on this river bank Hank.
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L MILTON HANKINS
Date: 9/12/2021 5:57:00 PM
It's a rugged place between the rocky cliffs and the river bank, the New River flowing toward Gauley, where it joins the Gauley River and becomes the Kanawha...my old stomping ground.