ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE Kate Wolf I'VE BEEN WIDE. I'VE BEEN SIFTING THROUGH THE LAYERS OF DUSTY BOOKS AND FADED PAPERS THEY TELL A STORY I USED TO KNOW; ONE THAT HAPPENED SO LONG AGO. GONE AWAY, IN YESTERDAY, AND I FIND MYSELF ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE WHERE THE RIVERS CHANGE DIRECTION, ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE. WELL, I HEARD THE OWL CALLING SOFTLY AS THE NIGHT WAS FALLING WITH A QUESTION, AND I REPLIED, BUT HE'S GONE, ACROSS THE BORDERLINE. GONE AWAY, IN YESTERDAY, AND I FIND MYSELF ON THE MOUNTA (azchords.com)