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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wild Blue Land Such wind rushed by nearly blowing me to the side; filling my vision so wide, wide dotted with white puffs, rolling clumps, or whispy streaks of froth; gliding slyly in the ocean of an azure sky. Breaking the horizon in ochre, brown, black and beige rock spires and pointed mounds from ancient days; tabletops of plateaus and animal trails look deceptively simple to climb The'people', the "Dine'" arrived in weathered skin and tired eyes; medicine men and women knew this vision, this home, this antidiluvian place of horse, eagle, coyote and bobcat. Myriad thousands of years they roamed; wandering across wind swept steppes, a frigid ice bridge, aboriginal forest, towering mountain vistas; spirits soaring and dreaming abroad on uplifted wings of imaginings. They knew this place, this fractured land an ocean of lifetimes away; caverns and winding insanely beatific canyons carved by swift waters and time, petrified forests and painted deserts, memories of wetter climes. Mesas etched by ethereal unfettered winds, a place both desolate and strongly beautiful; perhaps as history suggests, from a tribe as ancient, who lived here before them; but time and fortune are not always kind blending arts and people as it winds. The sand tells all, swooshing in the gusts, moving like a tide across the highness painted with holy hands to heal and mend that which was whole, then splintered by hate, greed, and misunderstanding again, dancing like the horses and celebrate in the baskets towards unity again.
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