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Times Past Remembered I stagger at the thought of long ago whispers of the old fathers who looked across this landscape and observed the hostile and serene of living They viewed the fiery horizon at dusk and were there when the sun shone down upon moss and rock and land so wide it stretched beyond imagination. They stood in elevated places and lifted heads to smell the jasmine on the breeze and knew that in a future time and place time would stand still for just a moment on a lonely hill when someone remembered. Copyright © May 22, 2009 by Karen M. Crump ShadowPoetry Word Masters Triple Challenge Prompts for May 2009: Subject: Time Stood Still Word List: landscape, serene, whispers, jasmine, old, stagger, shone, moss, elevated, & fiery
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