Across the Great Divide

Where the rivers change directions, across the Great Divide.

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There are places in New Mexico 

                     where nature lifts her skirt of trees and grass, 

                                                                             and shows you her secrets:

I've been walkin' in my sleep 

Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep 

Where the years went I can't say 

I just turned around and they've gone away 


I've been siftin' through the layers 

Of dusty books and faded papers 

They tell a story I used to know 

And it was one that happened so long ago 


It's gone away in yesterday 

And I find myself on the mountainside 

Where the rivers change direction 

Across the Great Divide 


Well, I heard the owl a-callin' 

Softly as the night was fallin' 

With a question and I replied 

But he's gone across the borderline 


He's gone away in yesterday 

And I find myself on the mountainside 

Where the rivers change direction 

Across the Great Divide 


The finest hour that I have seen 

Is the one that comes between 

The edge of night and the break of day 

It's when the darkness rolls away 


It's gone away in yesterday 

And I find myself on the mountainside 

Where the rivers change direction 

Across the Great Divide

We lost Kate in 1986. 

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Where the rivers change directions, along the Great Divide.
I love the high country, mountains and deserts, along the Great Divide.
I am headed there now, with my camera and my last remaining saluki sighthound, Tari.

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The Great Divide is a metaphor, a simile of things to come:

… more to come … 2017-10-22

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