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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

For our veterans

Bivouac On A Mountain Side

    I see before me now a traveling army halting,
    Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer,
    Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,
    Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen,
    The numerous camp-fires scatter'd near and far, some away up on the mountain,
    The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized, flickering,
    And all over the sky--the sky! far, far out of reach, studded, breaking out,
    the eternal stars.
--Walt Whitman

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