The Pine Barrens
By saltyman65
Long yellow grasses stretch across a field of gravel and stone;
The serpentine landscape
SSSSSSShifting,
Dancing,
Licking scattered boulders like cat tongue.
Scales of lichen on a time worn surface, slowly reclaiming,
Unaware of their purpose…?
Grand Plan or Random Action;
To the same conclusion.
Millenniums to dust,
Return to the Beginning,
Never lush.
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Copyright 2014 saltyman65
Published on Sunday, August 17, 2014.
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A former member wrote:
It's always a pleasant relief to notice the little things and how they can mean so much more than the big picture.
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On Sunday, August 17, 2014, whisperingwalls
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enjoyed reading this piece, had depth and some wise observations.