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Poetry and song Pour from you, slow Like standing timber That forests grow In deep-wood groves The seasons’ past Are on your lips In breezy notes Which guide our steps, Each foot we lift Beneath the thaw Of winter snows In ageless rhythms And timeless floes Your story goes It flows about us As a song The rivers sing Of mountains strong And valleys long It moves within us As a muse Whose poetry We ever choose To delve into We come to you As verses do That write the lyrics To the songs They fold into *WMNF = White Mountain National Forest, NH

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Date: 8/26/2024 1:05:00 PM
Your poems are like a breath of fresh air John..literally. I can sense the great outdoors just by reading your words. I really like the poem's rhyming scheme too. Nice one! Cheers - Gary
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John Oldham
Date: 8/30/2024 9:46:00 AM
Thank you, Gary! Happy to hear your thoughts, as always. Best, John
Date: 8/11/2024 8:37:00 PM
John, this is almost unbelievable, but as I was reading your glowing poem, stanza by stanza, I was thinking about the mountainous scenery around Hanover, NH, where I attended college many, years ago. IN FACT, I was thinking about the White Mountains!!! What a small world. Your poem really works, as it evoked precisely the place you depicted so lovely and lovingly. Bravo. An instant fave for me. Thank you, Gershon
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John Oldham
Date: 8/15/2024 3:03:00 PM
That is awesome, Gershon! Dartmouth? Thanks for your feedback and glad you liked the poem! Have fun!

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