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Show Herald Photo by Phil Shurtiett Autumnof the Wood Thereis a place ...a secret path full lush Oh Love, comewalk the dusk and guide my hand with beauty borne by dreams that blaze to share onto Diana’s path that I might lay inlove ...yet wordless as thefragileair aside the fatal toys and tools of men, of Fall: so eloquent its amber hush, Whatfool would foul this air and rape this land? Within the grove the aspens tril! to flush my heart, and hunters only stalk a lair Ohgoddessofthe moon, comelight my way: of peace. At dawn, when misty curtains bare Our daysareshort... and Autumn diesagain. the day, my welcomeis some missel thrush, —Fred Forbes Panen Today SUNDAY, \ October 18, 1970 Page 17 |