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Echo
Wandering along a trail deep in the forest;
A canyon to my right, a stream gurgling below.
I stand in stillness looking down in wonder;
This picturesque scene beckons me to stare.
The sound of the stream is broken by a voice;
"Hello… hello… hello…" diminishing into softness.
I strain to see if there is someone down below me;
Seeing no one, I echo back, “Hello!”, then wait.
Silence is all I hear, no echo back, no sound at all;
Only the sound of the tumbling stream down below.
My curiosity is peaked and I lean over the edge;
I scream out loudly as I can, “Hello” once again.
I listen for the echo of my own voice to return to me;
Hearing only the sound of the gurgling stream.
Then booming at first, then diminishing with time;
“How you doin', man, it's been a real long time.”
The hairs on my neck stand up, tingling at this voice;
I shout back, “I'm fine, but just who the heck are you?”
“I'm this canyon's echo, you heard me hear back in ‘69;
I've been waiting to hear you again all this time.”
The chill left me, as I sensed a genuine soul of life;
As this canyon's echo and I talked for a good while.
He asked me questions about what was beyond;
About what it was like to be able to move around.
I asked him what it was like to be so beautiful and free;
Not having any responsibilities, other than to listen.
I feel so relaxed after spending my afternoon today;
Truly communing with nature, making friends with an echo.
16May10
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After wondering what it would be
like if an echo came to life.
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