Here's a poem I wrote, by way of introduction...
It's called 'United States'.
In travels through a mighty land,
Endless wonders touched these eyes;
The Mars-red Utah desert sand;
Cathedral dome Montana skies,
Stretch to Rocky's knife-sharp peaks,
Prevailing over grasslands low,
Vast as painted canyons deep,
How formed and shaped, no man may know.
But the greatest thing I ever saw,
In this hard world is hardly found;
It shakes, and takes man to his core,
It deifies the very ground.
It came one night in kitchen plain,
A small bright dancing blue-edged flame.
Cheers,
Rubsley
It's called 'United States'.
In travels through a mighty land,
Endless wonders touched these eyes;
The Mars-red Utah desert sand;
Cathedral dome Montana skies,
Stretch to Rocky's knife-sharp peaks,
Prevailing over grasslands low,
Vast as painted canyons deep,
How formed and shaped, no man may know.
But the greatest thing I ever saw,
In this hard world is hardly found;
It shakes, and takes man to his core,
It deifies the very ground.
It came one night in kitchen plain,
A small bright dancing blue-edged flame.
Cheers,
Rubsley
