Here in this niche, I find my self wandering
through still lives of sacred history.
Preserves, abundant and large, presented at the feet
of some growing mass, twenty feet tall.
I take a photograph and install it to my cavern.
The trail winds and curves, pulls and dares
its wanderers to follow the procession.
Inhabitants of this Western region
rejoice the day the Creator has gifted.
Nature sings her song in G.
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