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The Hermit of La-Ha-Way (Written about J. T. Brakeley) In the Indian village, La-ha-way, thru a pathway that's narrow and long you will find 'mid the trees and the tangles, the marks of a man's life that went wrong. And the people in town tell a story of a young man whose love went astray when he caught his betrothed with another, became bitter, and turned her away. His father, a preacher, beseeched him. "Stay in town; do not waste your young years. Someday you'll forget your hurt feelings, but for now, think about your career." But he followed the pines and the cedars; cleared the land, built a life with his hands. Thru his work and communing with nature, he found peace of mind on his lands. And the world went on turning around him - the world that he felt let him down. There were very few people he trusted, and his visits were seldom, to town. His habit by evening and morning was retreating to Cock Robin Hill recording the movements of startracks; studied birds and wildlife at his will. Studied also bees, wasps, and the weather as his living; he took as he wished. Some say the carp he had shipped here, to this day, stock the streams where he fished. Now he's gone many years, but remembered as the poet-who-never-wrote-verse, for his flowers bloom wild in profusion, but on lands that grow, year by year, worse. The gardens are shaggy, uncared for; the berries dried up in the mire. His houses, destroyed by the people, carrying off everything they'd desire. Yes, intruders; their footsteps still echo as they have now for many a day when in wandering they find the clearing of the Hermit of La-ha-way. -Lillian Arnold Lopez "Pineylore"


The Hermit of La-Ha-Way  

recording the movements of startracks; studied birds and wildlife at his will. Studied also bees, wasps, and the weather as his living; he t...

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