Welcome to the list with a fine poem, Laura, I at least haven't seen
your name around before.
I'm assuming the title refers to _the_ Blue Ridge, i.e., mountains. As
a Tennessee native far from home, I think of them often.
--Knut
On 1/11/07, Laura Heidy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Blue Ridge
>
> Listen to midnight
> at the edge of the eyrie
> two egg-teeth chipping
>
> Come carrion hour
> each gray-downed half-winged fledgling
> turns face to the east
>
> Observe the sunrise -
> how it blinds men and opens
> the eyes of eaglets
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>
> Lo
> www.lauraheidy.blogspot.com
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