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Breathless

Breathless I look across the pasture land At rocks from eons past And watch the Wyoming winds At work on the earth's crust The mountain to the south of me Is known as Casper Peak And now I do understand How it became so steep The snows, the rains and the wind Have all done their part And will continue to do so Until the earth's demise Man and animal have trod these lands Their footprints did their share I see the trails upon which they walked And the wagon ruts still there The world did change as time wore on In fascination I do see What was just a little rock Is a mountain now for me As each day, each month, each year continues We go along in stride Until we ourselves do fade Into the coming past One day I may be In another land And there I'll learn about the past And fear for the future of man Cile Beer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/11/2010 8:19:00 PM
A beautiful story, Cile! with a time-sequence lament.....nice! jimbo
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