A.J. Slagle Jr.

In Every Hill and Every Stream

In every hill and every stream, there are places of which I dream, the cold clean water, and the fresh clean air, have lightened the load of which I bear…

This burden I speak of is in memory and mind of a land unforgiving, yet gentle and kind, the beauty I’ve seen the splendor and strength is something I wish to explore at great length…

There’s nothing I’ve seen in my short span of years that would be more likely to bring me to tears, than to think of the beauty and the wonders I’ve seen in the high mountain valleys and the clear wooded streams.

It’s a curse I tell you and one without end to crave to travel a land devoid of family and friend alone and forsaken like a spell you are under it’s the price that you pay to be a part of such wonder 

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