DAILY PHOTO: Réplica del Vieja Peñol
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“Tavern” by Edna St. Vincent Millay [w/ Audio]
I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May sit them down and rest.
There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.
There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
Aye, 'tis a curious fancy --
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago.
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Town Square in Winter [Haiku]
Winter's eve:
town square vacant;
only the church is lit.
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DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Goris, Armenia
The Vanishing [Haiku]
fog rolls through, devouring then revealing a quaint town.
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Fog Town [Haiku]
Color Town [Lai]
a colorful town - no beige, gray, or brown - flows wide flows river-like down that soft, rolling moun- tain side watching sun go down from the old playground, i slide
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POEM: That Hazy Hamlet
a small town a cluster of buildings, really visible from the train and everyone who passed it must have surely wondered whether it always sat looking as they'd seen it for me, that was under gray & dismal skies my logical mind suggests that the village's situation changes daily but, really, it will never cease to be that hazy hamlet i viewed through running rivulets of rain that day on the train.
