Tuesday, November 28, 2006

High Country Weather

A poem by James Baxter, NZ poet:


Alone we are born
And die alone;
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
Over snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
Ride easy, stranger:
Surrender to the sky
Your heart of anger.
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