Landscape Memories: A Poem
A weathered corral, wood and wire,
Old memories of herds and herders in the wild west
Waves of short grass, green and gold,
Ancient memories of native hunters and hunting grounds
Red rock mesas, in evening aglow,
Timeless memories of a dynamic landscape
Waiting to shape the next passing travelers.
Beautiful. Thinking of you all and hoping all is well. Thanks for the posts. Best to you!
Thanks Liz!