Friday, September 18, 2009


A Poem by "Ernest Hemingway"

Eulogy that Hemingway wrote for a friend.

Best of all he loved the fall
The leaves yellow on the cottonwoods
Leaves floating on the trout streams
And above the hills
The high blue windless skies
Now he will be a part of them forever

Ernest Hemingway-Idaho-

A very nice poem.

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