A Poem For Loren by nathan anderson Gallant … oaks of deliberate wisdom… all quirky limbed…dropping acorns. Inspiring… fiery maples blazing… breathtaking… sweet sap running.
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by Peter Henry Seven hundred moons in Loren’s eyes, Ten thousand years, one hundred ways wise. Yellow Medicine County and the Kellen farm bore this bearded child, A maker of masks, master of dances–archetypical man-wild.
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