Faerie Paths — Harpers Hoar

January 29, 2019January 29, 2019 ~ Claudia

This is the forest primeval.
The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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I am a writer of fantasy fiction that often surrounds middle-aged women. I am a married mother of two and granny to three, a BoHo Chic kinda gal. When not writing, I do a little technical writing -- but I'd rather be a fantasy fiction writer. View all posts by Claudia

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johncoyote says:

March 10, 2019 at 2:24 pm

I enjoyed your photos and your words today. Thank you Claudia.

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1. Claudia says:
  
  March 11, 2019 at 9:36 am
  
  Sometimes a bit of the mystic is all we need. Thank you so much.
  
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  1. johncoyote says:
    
    March 11, 2019 at 9:49 am
    
    You are welcome Claudia.
    
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This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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This is the forest primeval.
The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow