By George Steele This is no place to feel hemmed in, weighed down, or wary, though the old trail past Pine Orchard winds a darkling way through boughs that shaded Aaron Burr, another who learned the trade of living through the winter into early spring. I keep moving toward the outlook where the Mountain … Continue reading Moses Rock: Poetry
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