Apr 2, 2010

Winds Of Time

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The winds of time

have scoured

and aged everyone,

bleaching the bones

in the desert sun.

The half covered

wayside grave,

denotes the life

some pioneer gave,

to tame this

lawless desert plain.

Now, the dismal

lowing of cattle coming,

to the small

yucca shaded spring.

The rhythmic beats of

wild horse hoofs

drumming this hard

baked desert thing.

The desert agelessly

echoes all sounds from

it's sand and rocks.

Watching for the ghosts

of men and women,

who once were young,

and gloried in the beauty

of the desert's setting sun.



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2 comments:

  1. Very descriptive and beautiful

    jo oliver

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  2. We pass, like that pioneer, but we leave our mark.

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