If ever I leave You—You will find me here. Somewhere ‘out here’ where you can hear the dark descending upon the land.
The busy day full of humming bees, sky of blue, and puffy white clouds, the temperature hot and the air full of the fragrances of all growing things.
(How we let ourselves know that the water didn’t make it to the end of the row.)
Standing on the ditchbank Terry and I watched a huge lighting storm flashing over Kebler Pass between Crawford and Crested Butte.
If ever I leave you…please stand still…listening… for I will be here. On this farm where the land, the sky, and air speak to me.
From my world to your heart.
Linda
So very beautiful Linda. I love William Butler Yeats, and I love it that you chose to rewrite your version.
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Just a little different, but the same thoughts. I to so enjoy William BUtler Yeats.
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This is beautiful, but I have to ask… Are you all right?
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Oh yes! I was reading poetry last night and thought how much that fit me! 🙂
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Yeats is a favorite of mine–no surprise there and I’m sure he would love this post.
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We think alike!
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Nicely written! you poet, you.
and gr8 big ol’ cloud photo — to the east of you! You can see the West Elks “real good” !
(clear day this a.m., saw the SJ’s the other side of you fairly clearly as I went for a jog off of HWY 141)
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That cloud was stunning over Crawford and into Crested Butte. As it got dark the lighting in it was amazing also!
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Oh Linda — You wrote a beautiful personal version of a poem I have always loved. Joy shining through.
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You understand, Sallie, for you love your land!
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Bee-utiful!
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I’m sure you understand!
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Beautiful words!
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I fun take on a beautiful poem!
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That’s a stunning thunderhead, with the pink light of the setting sun on it. And of course, where else should we seek you afterwards, but among those things you hold most dear?
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YES! You do know me well!
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That’s a perfect place to be!
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Yes!!! I hope my family remembers!
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How lovely! Great post and pictures.
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How your words disturb my heartstrings for want of deeper strivings! Blessings, Linda 🙂
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I hope in a good way. 🙂
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You can just about see forever out there!
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Those are awe inspiring photographs. To see that sight first hand must be incredible. There is nothing better than being somewhere that feels like home and nurtures you. Beautiful.
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Lovely Linda .. 😄
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A fun little take!
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You will never leave me – I have pintos, and memories. You probably know I’m not religious, but that never means that I don’t have love for someone like you I’ve never met. As long as I’m here, you are too 🙂
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As long as I am here, you are with me also. Are your pintos growing?
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Not yet! I put them in several places to see what works. But I’m only hopeful because we are having a lovely bit of heat and sun this year! I’m as brown as a berry, as my late mother would call me 🙂
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Here they have to be in the ground by the end of this week or they won’t make come fall. They need to be harvested before the first frost date. Brown is a nice color for the summer 🙂
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I’ve done it! They aren’t meant for this climate, so we will see. I read they need 6 hours of sun, and to be planted ‘eye down’ and don’t expect much for a good while 🙂 I put old kebab stakes where I planted them out front, as that was meant to be all flowers but I’ve gotten behind. So – natural Irish dirt, let’s see what happens! And in big pots, and in one of my raised beds with really good soil. I’ll be impatient!
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GOOD LUCK!
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I know exactly what you mean!
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