step and flow Written by Poetarc these hills are not to claim but know, this scent awaking breath I know, this pausing not to freeze but flow, this granite flecking step and grow. ______ Advertisements Share this:ShareEmailPrintFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 5 thoughts on “step and flow” Ah, yes! Reply Are you standing on Pine Mountain? Sure looks like it. Love the poem, “step and grow.” If we choose to take step out . . . Reply …indeed it is Pine Mountain, Jude. You know these mountains well. Reply Well, I live at the top of Randolph Hill. Almost as high as Pine with views of Madison, Adams, King Ravine and The Castles as my southern view. I’ll have to write about my funniest night sleeping on the ledges. First, I’m off to Boston for another airport run. 3 in two weeks. Whew! Enjoy these mountains. But then, you know this : ) — pick up Marie tomorrow. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.