Himalayas
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striving for the summit
the capstone who laughs
granite bleached by the sound
rumbling confident tumbling
through temples of glaciers
leaving humans disabused
of their impudent dreams
grandeur belongs to this
rarefied realm where no
purpose runs shallow where
pride is reserved to deep
eons of unsullied motives
though now and then men
may ascend their adventure
their destiny rarely will rise
much above the repichnia
marking the burrows of worms
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Poesy plus Polemics 
Unsullied motives–pretty rare.
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nature is more noble than man
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That was superb, Paul.
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thanks kindly, Richard
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Welcome 🙂
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positively elevated . . .
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stunning!!
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much appreciated
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One of your very best poems Sir.
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cheers, mike
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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most welcome always!!!!
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Lovely! I have to admit, Paul, I looked up “repichnia” and I don’t know what it means. Will you please enlighten me as I want to understand your work!
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sorry about that – repichnia are the squiggly fossilized tracks left by worms, etc as they crawled about
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O! Thank you so much. I’m gonna read it again for a fuller understanding!
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great 🙂
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thanks, baldy
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Repichnia–couldn’t find this anywhere. Has an interesting sound though. Sad commentary on man.
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fossil tracks
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Ahh, there we go–see, I knew you had All the words.
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