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Jun 03, 2009
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and an interior
Sound for me the nightingales,
call me of the loons and whippoorwills,
share the sights of castles soaked in hands.
I wonder,
do you imagine a land
such as this.
Where no structure stands
or has stood,
for more generations
than you could count
upon the fingers of one short fingered hand.
This land
has felt the tread
of cool bare feet
for thirty thousand years,
some say more
but there are no monuments,
no castellated vantage points, ruined forts
stoned and leaning Henges'
nor Aztec hills,
no faint depressions
of older roads or walls.
Just a great and open heart,
and an interior
quite beautiful and sparse.
call me of the loons and whippoorwills,
share the sights of castles soaked in hands.
I wonder,
do you imagine a land
such as this.
Where no structure stands
or has stood,
for more generations
than you could count
upon the fingers of one short fingered hand.
This land
has felt the tread
of cool bare feet
for thirty thousand years,
some say more
but there are no monuments,
no castellated vantage points, ruined forts
stoned and leaning Henges'
nor Aztec hills,
no faint depressions
of older roads or walls.
Just a great and open heart,
and an interior
quite beautiful and sparse.
Comments
bjp
16 years 11 months ago
Dear Craig,
Craig Norris
16 years 11 months ago
thank you Brian thank you Olya
Craig Norris
16 years 10 months ago
Blanka
Arthur Tugman
16 years 10 months ago
Very Picturesce
Craig Norris
16 years 10 months ago
well that is quite correct