I wonder through pipe fencing
to blond feed and green sycamores
to the pinkish hillsides dotted
with blue oak drought survivors,
why—or does it make a difference
in the long haul to God
knows whom or what! This is
our moment to spend on what
is important to whoever
we think we are—our
chance to stand for something,
for someone, somewhere.
drycrikjournal 
Great photo and poem combination, the words and picture transform each other!
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Thanks, Sam. Not a terribly good point and shoot photo, but wrote the poem staring out at the landscape during end of the day cocktail hour… nothing like a true story.
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