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.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Poem for a Friday
Friday, October 2, 2009
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.
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5 comments:
Really nice! Where was that image taken?
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.
Nice to see a poem that gets to the point. 8-)
That's better than a poem that beats around the bush.
Nice BT.
But don't leave out the peace pipe loaded with interesting materials.
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