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Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The View Up from Under the Poppies of Freedom





"Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the poet an the painter far behind his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing."

From "Chimes of Freedom" by Bob Dylan.








2 comments:

  1. Hello Mark, So amazing this photo of the Poppie! Love it. And the header is stunning!
    Regards,
    Roos

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  2. Hi Mark.
    I agree with Roos.
    Love the Header.
    John.

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