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On The Borders We're driving across tableland somewhere in the world; it is almost bare of trees. Upland near void of features always moves me, but not to thought; it lets me rest from thinking. I feel no need to interpret it as if it were art. Too much of poetry is criticism...

i am doing my journal and i need to find a physical journey poem which i can write about. this is 1 poem but im not sure if it is physical Bushwalking --Phillip Rush What inspires a man to climb The mountains in the autumn-time? Is it just because they're there? Or for some idiotic...