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To: gypsy who wrote (1350)	2/27/1998 7:03:00 PM
From: Stitch	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

Gypsy, Thank's for very kind words. I admit to it being a favorite of mine for very personal reasons. I had taken a photo of my elderly Mother and Father walking through a wooded path that was in full Fall display. They are walking away from the camera, holding hands, and are diminutive compared to the forest around them. I wrote the poem not long after I developed the print. I have never had an audience for this or any other poems before and I confess feeling some gratification that has some appeal. Thanks again. best, Stitch

To: gypsy who wrote (1350)	2/28/1998 1:12:00 AM
From: Stitch	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

gypsy, all; Here is another poem but would again like to ask for help. When I wrote this I was influenced by another poem that I had read some years ago. I am sure that the poem I had read was by Robert Frost but have been unable to find it again. If anyone recognizes a similarity could they please let me know which poem it is? Best, Stitch The Seeker Here...my eyes, dust stung, steely .. so far gazing, needful eyes, glinting, desperately searching, no purpose. Here....my hands, useful... rough strong hands, long from velvet, what has happened to them? Here... my smile, so quick to be... when face to face with all who fall in its purvey.... then leave, so silently. Here,...my heart, what it has known... beating still, so far from.... former song...that rang with youthful timbre. Here your flame...so bright it is this blessed flame...in me it does ignite again... and proves to be life's sweet refrain.