As I've got older
I've lost words
and there's so much more to describe.
The hills are obviously undulating,
but what's in their crossed green beauty
that excites me ?
At Barden Tower seven centuries have
watched this view
without telegraph wires
and without these trees,
but with these eyes.
It's mutual.
Our games breathe life into the walls,
and the walls breathe back life
into our games.
Each of these ages
as with each age of life,
runs, laughs, and gasps
with what it is to be human
at this moment and no other.
Written by Bob Dunning, 1997.
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