Photo: Ngaanyatjarrah, north-east of Giles weather station.
“All my life, following care along the dusty road, have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.” Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Going
The road sat quietly on the plain
accentuating the unhiddenness of distance,
an intimacy exposed for what it is,
while trees, as ever, swept the verge
and the moon and sun cared for our steps,
but never for our direction,
just as Alice found,
it mattered nothing,
except in the going.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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A very meditative one, Paul! Thank you, and have a beautiful week. Michael
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Thank you, appreciate your thoughts Michael.
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I appreciate yours too, Paul! Thank you, and have a beautiful week ahead. Michael
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You too 🙂
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:-))
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Yes! ❤️
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Ver much appreciated Dawn.
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I think I would just like to sit down in the middle of that poem, Paul.
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What a delightful thought and response, thank you for sharing that Tracy
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It just sprang to mind.
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🙂
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This makes a good companion piece to Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.”
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Ah, that’s a great compliment, and his poem is one of my inspirations.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Charles
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My pleasure, Paul!!
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I love it – it conjured sweet memories
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Yes it sure came from that memory.
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