Winds of Time

David Lanier
The winds of time
have scoured
and aged everyone,
bleaching the bones
in the desert sun.
The half covered
wayside grave,
denotes the life
some pioneer gave,
to tame this
lawless desert plain.
Now, the dismal
lowing of cattle coming,
to the small
yucca shaded spring.
The rhythmic beats of
wild horse hoofs
drumming this hard
baked desert thing.
The desert agelessly
echoes all sounds from
it's sand and rocks.
Watching for the ghosts
of men and women,
who once were young,
and gloried in the beauty
of the desert's setting sun.

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Published by David Lanier

Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. Grew up working in the family business. Worked at the Grand Canyon in'93, and fell in love with the power of nature. Spent some time in the Army. Married for a few ye...  View profile

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  • Sherri Laponsie8/12/2010

    Great job ;)

  • Donald Rothra8/11/2010

    : )

  • Candice L. Collins8/11/2010

    great job, love the visuals in this, I can just see the tumbleweeds blowing across the desert...well done!

  • Kim Smith8/9/2010

    Nice:)!!

  • Sue Gibson8/7/2010

    Poignantly beautiful.

  • jennifer wahab8/7/2010

    good poem linked it to the blog :) jenn
    http://dionysusmused.blogspot.com/2010/08/winds-of-time.html

  • Donald Rothra8/7/2010

    Picturesque.

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