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Updated: Jun 13

*photo by Thomas William Andrew Secretarski of me taking a respite against an antique American Chestnut AT trail marker

I Roaned down the Appalachian Trail

Up on old Roan Bald

Ranger at my feet

Neither here nor there

but every everywhere.

Fall colors on old Roan shown

It starts in the Spring with

The Roadies in full bloom

Then ends in a fiery Fall burst of colors

Culminating in the bare barren starkness

Of leaf bare trees.

Hole up,

Up there on old Roan

Baring the brisk

Wintery whipped wind

And spirit trail of tears

That runs through here

And memory of the bitter snow of

Their Winter.

tom tenbrunsel

A Carl Sandburg Writer

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