mhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (Mary J. Hauck spirit in the world) (01/03/85)
To California 1/2/85 Soar over the mountains See the whales migrating The hawks flying above A land of sharp differences The broken earth, jutting upward Green valleys flow between the mountains Traffic form rivers of metal As houses cover the hills like flowers Airplanes fill the air above Nature you have lost to technology Mankind has pushed you away And I grieve for California Mary Hauck My first time to the west coast, it was an experience. The Exchange 1/2/85 The greatest thing is a touch When a hand meets another hand Warmth exchanged, shared with the other The blending of hearts When spirits intertwine, and merge Life exchanged, given freely to the other The meeting of two people When eyes meet and know this is real To exchange each other with the other Mary Hauck I'm dreaming again.