Mount McKinley stands.
It towers above my plans
to one day go
back to the snow
and follow heart’s demands.
Some day when I’m old,
and everything gets sold,
I’ll buy a place,
enjoy the space
and pan my thoughts for gold.
I’ll hold out with the best
but when I come to rest
it’s up and over,
right at Dover,
head up north and west.
Also on This Is This
it’s not about what you’re like, but what you like. In other words the stuff you’re into IS who you are. I’d go along with this to no small extent.
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November 18th, 2006 at 11:38 pm
Does this mean you’re retiring to Alaska or the south of England?