The Brave Few . . . April 9, 2007

A poet, a blogger, a writer of words

I’m a poet, a blogger, a writer of words, always in search of a tale to tell, always looking for an emotional tidbit to hold close. We don’t . . . anymore. We find being friendly has become a burden. We’re too busy . . . anymore and I could go on and on but that’s . . . no good.

And so I’ll write of what I adore, of vivid sunsets and being in love. Of summers warm kiss and honey dew, an untangled line, a dry fly or two. And a mighty rainbow, brook or brown attached to that.

And me standing in rushing waters up to my hips. And the sweet sunshine on my neck, a breeze carrying the scent of newly cut grass, water cress waving in the swiftness and me watching, baby ducks parading behind their mother. And around ever bend is a new friend, to make, to keep forever . . . Yours and mine.

Dan Hanosh
Warriors and Wars


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