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Lest We Forget
The rock,
stands against the wind
in centuries old calm
Counting the years until
our baptism,
sinking deeper still
Stoic to tell
lest we forget, engraved
on a hill of blinding sun
Of barefoot
painted dancers,
and children-future come
(Mesa Verde Colorado: October, 1976)
stands against the wind
in centuries old calm
Counting the years until
our baptism,
sinking deeper still
Stoic to tell
lest we forget, engraved
on a hill of blinding sun
Of barefoot
painted dancers,
and children-future come
(Mesa Verde Colorado: October, 1976)
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Lest We Forget
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