After awhile the hills wrap
around you, hold life secure:
the rock, hawk and oak tree
still, sharp ridges holding
our eyes. At these corrals
we are both small and safe,
always. It takes years
to be taught, to wonder
and recognize good fortune
with the fade of old faces
and all the good horses
that have danced here.
for Earl
John, this is one of my favorites. There just isn’t anywhere as perfect in my mind as those foothills, those special places.
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Oh, and pretty wonderful that it is for Earl as well…a special man for sure.
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