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- <div class="headerhbox1"> <font size="5"><b>Broken</b></font> </div>
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- <div class="headerhbox2"> <font size="5"><b>Shattered</b></font> </div>
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- <div class="headerhbox3"> <font size="5"><b>The End of the World</b></font> </div>
- “We're going,” they said, “to the end of the world.”
- So they stopped the car where the river curled,
- And we scrambled down beneath the bridge
- On the gravel track of a narrow ridge.
- We tramped for miles on a wooded walk
- Where dog-hobble grew on its twisted stalk.
- Then we stopped to rest on the pine-needle floor
- While two ospreys watched from an oak by the shore.
- We came to a bend, where the river grew wide
- And green mountains rose on the opposite side.
- My guides moved back. I stood alone,
- As the current streaked over smooth flat stone.
- Shelf by stone shelf the river fell.
- The white water goosetailed with eddying swell.
- Faster and louder the current dropped
- Till it reached a cliff, and the trail stopped.
- I stood at the edge where the mist ascended,
- My journey done where the world ended.
- I looked downstream. There was nothing but sky,
- The sound of the water, and the water’s reply.
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