Canyons of color
Time has left you to endure, you give us your beauty and peaceful grander
Your cliffs weep sweet sorrow for ancient friends.
Your red veins flow like blood from a battle.
Your portraits of stone etched in our minds forever.
8/11/2003
On our way back home from
Hurricane Mills Tennessee (Loretta Lynn's)
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