Friday, October 2, 2009

Poem for a Friday

Friday, October 2, 2009
5 comments

O to be on the western range
sitting cross-legged inside
a ring of tepee stones
hearing the echoes
of ancient days
wafting over
the sunset
sage.

5 comments:

On October 2, 2009 at 10:57 AM Anonymous said...

Really nice! Where was that image taken?

On October 2, 2009 at 12:52 PM Bill of the Birds said...

I took that shot at sunset along the Missouri River in Montana, just near where Lewis & Clark had camped on their expedition. Clearly it was a well-placed campsite since there were so many tepee circles nearby.

On October 2, 2009 at 3:12 PM rmharvey said...

Nice to see a poem that gets to the point. 8-)

On October 2, 2009 at 5:01 PM Bill of the Birds said...

That's better than a poem that beats around the bush.

On October 2, 2009 at 6:46 PM Marci said...

Nice BT.
But don't leave out the peace pipe loaded with interesting materials.


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