Up through the branches
The stars shine above on the arroyos and mesas you loved
And as the moon rises, the black mountain mourns
For the old friend he'll look on no more
Jacks-in-the-Pulpit, bones in the sky
Long winding rivers that never ran dry
And the secrets she gathered from the wild blowing sands
Breathed in her heart and her hands
I sing to your spirit where all my dreams dwell
The vision--the freedom, the life lived so well
And I sing in your canyons and the echoes ring clear
And I wish somehow you may still hear
Daniel Grayling Fogelberg August 13, 1951 – December 16, 2007
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we remember Dan Fogelberg.
what more can a person say about Fogelberg. This sums it up nicely.
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Yes, we remember Dan Fogelberg and let us also remember, guys, get that walnut shaped gland checked yearly if you are over 50! (And there's only one way to do it properly.)
This was a perfect way to say goodbye to Dan. Daredevil, this site is so interesting. I love the way you write and the topic are varied enough to keep my interest Don't know much about sports, but I like it when you write about it!!
Keep it up.
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