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                | Author | Outpost:  Neat "Outpost-Minded" Poem  |  |  
                | jenboveModerator
 
     320 Posts
 
  Jennifer
 Calico Rock 
                AR
 USA
 320 Posts
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                      |  Posted - Feb 05 2008 :  12:30:20 PM   
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                      | MARRYSONG 
 He never learned her, quite. Year after year
 that territory, without seasons, shifted
 under his eye. An hour he could be lost
 in the walled anger of her quarried hurt
 on turning, see cool water laughing where
 the day before there were stones in her voice.
 He charted. She made wilderness again.
 Roads disappeared. The map was never true.
 Wind brought him rain sometimes, tasting of sea -
 And suddenly she would change the shape of shores
 faultlessly calm. All, all was each day new:
 the shadows of her love shortened or grew
 like trees seen from an unexpected hill,
 new country at each jaunty helpless journey.
 So he accepted that geography, constantly strange.
 Wondered. Stayed home increasingly to find
 His way among the landscapes of her mind.
 
 By Dennis Scott (1939-1991)
 
 Jen
 
 GOT A "WILD HAIR"?
 COME VISIT MARYJANE'S OUTPOST!
  www.maryjanesoutpost.com
 
 Farmgirl Sisterhood Member # 9
 
 My Blog: The View From My Boots
 www.bovesboots.blogspot.com
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                | jpblueskyTrue Blue Farmgirl
 
      6066 Posts
 
 Jeannie
 Florida
 USA
 6066 Posts
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                      |  Posted - Feb 05 2008 :  12:39:30 PM   
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                      | Wow.  I really like that, and I bet many men feel that way about their wives or mates.  That is beautiful.  You can tell the writer really loved her, as he kept exploring and accepting the new landscape. 
 I went and visited the outpost site.  It reminds me of the MJF farmgirl site when it first began!  Not as many posters yet, but the number will grow, I am sure!
 
 Farmgirl Sister # 31
 
 Psalm 51: 10-13
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                      | Edited by - jpbluesky on Feb 05 2008  12:43:46 PM
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