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At the base of the Armor Mountains-a poem about my ranch

At the base of the Armor Mountains

there's a place I love-

There-all that is

passes through my heart-

what I've been-what I am

and what sustains me-

There the land caress me

with its thousand kiss's-

There the rains sculpted the river-

usable earth rose from the abyss and

was transformed to fields and forests-

River run ranch spread like a buffalo 

skin at the base the mountains-

I can stretch my eyes

and hands to the air to hear

brooks-river and winds-

Mares tied to the wheels of birth-

geldings grazing on green pastures-

a wood pecker hammering- 

dogs running and playing- 

There-under the blanket of darkness

an old poet sleeps and dreams

among leaves of night-California Blue

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 4/29/2017 7:44:00 PM
This paints such a lovely picture in the reader's mind. Lucky you to live in such a beautiful place, Gordon.
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Date: 11/6/2016 8:48:00 PM
Sounds beautiful where you live Gordon, great imagery!:)
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