I got to see him a couple years ago in a concert of Two Cellos. Amazing talents.
And another of my favorites — Adagio
Gold is where you find it. In a poem. After a snow.
by Robert Service
There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
It’s luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
Nine clues in a poem that will lead you to Forrest Fenn’s treasure chest (somewhere in the mountains north of Santa Fe.
(Shared from a FB post.). One hundred years since the War to End All Wars. Not enough has changed. As FF once said in a similar way: Why can’t people just let other people alone?
More on the poet: click this.
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I used to think that I had an answer to everything and wished that people would ask me the questions. Now, as I find myself aging, I know I don't have any answers and hope that people don't ask me any questions. .
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