Centuries go by
in whirling winds, in rustling rains
in silent snow
.
Centuries go by
Moccasins tread silently,
worship towering boughs.
.
Centuries go by
Path’s pounded into road and
jarring engines rush
.
Centuries go by
.
Stout Grove Redwoods
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Shawn L. Bird 
I biked from Eugene, Oregon to San Francisco, and through this very redwood grove, last summer with my family. About 60 miles a day, camping.
You saw my Spanish poem, el corazon. Did you go to a Spanish speaking country on Rotary exchange? I’m trying to convinve my daughter to do a gap year before college, but she resists.
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It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?