ANCIENT BARK

LINIER CLOUDS ACROSS THE SKY

DISTANT TRAINS GO SPEEDING BY

 ROBIN EGG BLUE RIBBONS 

 ON RIVER WATER BENDING WIDE

NEW MORNING IN THE GORGE

 CROWS CAWING AT THE WIND

 RIVER SHINING SILVER BLUE

ITS MOVEMENT WILL NEVER END

THERE ARE THOSE HISTORIES

ONE FEELS AT EARLY MORN

STORIES FLOATING IN THE MIST

WHERE ANCIENT TRIBES WERE BORN

OF MEN AND WOMEN NATIVE

OUT ON THE FISHING STANDS

WHO WATCHED THIS VERY SUN

LIGHT UP THEIR EARLY LANDS

I FEEL THE SAME WIND BLOW

I SEE THE SUN COME UP

 ITS WARMNESS ON MY NECK

BELOW SOUNDS OF FLYING DUCKS

LEAN AGAINST A STURDY TREE

FEEL ITS HUMMING SONG

HEAR THE YEARS OF ANCIENT BARK

BRINGING TIME ALONG

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