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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella  Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "Zmitri" "Glice" "A radiant moon has set" "La Bella Vita" "Starbeams on Tulsa" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Holy day. Autumn in November. A mole." "ENFP, what are you?" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Woody Guthrie: Woodrow Wilson Guthrie (July 14, 1912 – October 3, 1967) was an American singer-songwriter, who is considered one of the most significant figures in American western folk music including "This Land Is Your Land" (1944). LYRICS This land is your land, and this land is my land From the California, to the New York Island From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway Saw below me the golden valley This land was made for you and me I roamed and rambled, and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts All around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me This land is your land, and this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving, the dust clouds rolling The voice come in chanting and the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me REDACTION This land is my land from the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters This land was made for me As I went walking I saw above me that endless skyway Saw below me the golden valley This land was made for me I roamed and rambled the sparkling sands of diamond deserts All around me a voice was sounding This land was made for me. When sun come shining, dust clouds rolling, a voice chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for me. Then I was strolling, dust clouds rolling, chanting. This land was made for me. |
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