Rockies

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Spindrifts, 14,000 feet at dawn
Ride a Devils Backbone
Where few have ever gone

A step across the great divide
The Continental Rift
One foot on either side

Thundering voices all around
Wind, granite, sage
In wonder without a sound

Sights beyond words, I have seen
Awed to stand before
These places I have been

Stoic

 

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Through The Years

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In time all things fall
Insanity softens to understanding
It was not that, ever
Simply a Truth, beyond its time

Embraced, reconciled
Never apart, but finally accepted
Maybe known before its time
I was, am, that I always was

Now to feel more, and think less
Silence is no longer boredom
It never was, yet was unheeded
I am finally enjoying the play
And I applaud

Stoic.

 

In The Playground

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Many things may never change
A merry go round year to year
Spun so fast we fall away
In a spinning world of day to day

Scuffles upon the monkey bars
With every year we show the scars
No recess here in this playground
Lessons taught but lies abound

So I will take my ball back home
The game was sometimes fun to play
Bruised and broken I have found
Little fun in this playground

Stoic