An Old Man Leaves a Message

January 19, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

All that I tell you now,

All that my white hairs know,

I learned on a tall hill’s brow,

I found out from the snow.

 

All that the years have tried,

All I am sure is true,

I heard at a river’s side

Or followed the river to.

 

And all that I hold by came

In a time of solitude,

On a day without a name,

At the heart of an ancient wood;

 

For unsuspected friends

Are met by a man alone.

The wind from the world’s ends,

The sky no wind has known;

 

And they taught me, long ago,

To ponder earth and all.

From a hill, on days of snow,

In a wood when the soft rains fall.

 

 

– T. Morris Longstreth, author of the 1918 classic “The Catskills.”


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