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I sit in awe at the earth before me.

Illuminated by the sun’s tender grasp,

Each golden blade glinting back their glory,

And swaying in harmony to the silent wind’s call.

 

The basalt turns brown in the majesty of the setting sun,

Whose ancient stories yearn once more to be read.

But now they sit in silence

Under the shadow of these crosses.

 

Sitting on this beaten path I look about this valley,

Whose smoke plumes show

The beating heart of a people living yet.

I watched with ancient company.

 

With radiant power slipping further and further west,

I follow the sun off the hill.

I leave the newest name

In that mountain’s storied registry.