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Hill Woman

By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 26, 2014

Hill Woman

By Maude Blixt Trone

I do not care to talk with men
Whose ears have never heard
The misery from little things –
The wail of a wounded bird.

I could not love a man whose eyes
Are blinded to the sight
Of a moon brittled by the frost
And chipping off its light.

I will not marry any man
Until he proves to me
That he can plant the smallest seed
As well as fell a tree.




  1. Evidently John D. Trone met the requirements.

    Comment by The Other Clark — June 27, 2014 @ 1:32 pm

  2. The poem reminds me of the famous LIFE magazine photo of the Korean War soldier that rescued an orphaned kitten.

    This one.

    Comment by The Other Clark — June 27, 2014 @ 1:37 pm

  3. Thanks for that, TOClark.

    Comment by Ardis E. Parshall — June 27, 2014 @ 2:32 pm

  4. “moon brittled by the frost and chipping off its light.”


    Comment by lindberg — July 17, 2014 @ 4:39 pm

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