Pondering lifeWide, lazy river meanders through the mesa
taking away the traces of civilizations of Indians..
Water fills the caves, pottery breakes & crumbles
only pieces are found by me..
Lives were lived, tribes moved to other grounds
yet I feel your touch upon this earth
God, by His Spirit, loved each one of you
Peace fills this valley for me to feel & see
Arizona trip - March 2011
ReplyDeleteI was here in the fall several times, Great that you got it going. I love this poem and the message it sends. "The Indian" looks good too :)
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