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To: D LEE who wrote (14)	8/23/1998 2:00:00 AM
From: Mephisto	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

Chapter Twelve The five colours ...........blind the eye - The five notes ...........deafen the ear. . . Riding the chase on horseback over the fields drives you crazy when you overdo it; And wanting what's precious you do what distorts your being. The sage knows this in his gut, And is guided ............by his instinct and not by what his eyes want. From Tao Te Ching

To: D LEE who wrote (14)	8/23/1998 9:26:00 PM
From: Don Martini	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

Magnificent Poem, D Lee! Here's one published in Arizona Highways in 1948 by Former Arizona Gov. Bruce Brockett. I memorized it as a lad of 16: FENCED TRAILS The trails are fenced that we used to use In the days when I was young. The chuck wagon's gone where the longhorns went And the cowboy's song is sung The roundup grounds where the dust clouds rolled To the stamp of a million feet Are plowed and watered and every year Raise crops of whiskered wheat The world will go on the same as before And progress her motto will be But I wonder if herds won't haunt those old trails Like the memories are haunting me I wonder if herds won't swing along When mists are hanging low Pointed by cowboys from the great beyond Who were here so long ago