ditch fish
on top of Acoma Pueblo
on top of a massive lava flow
words to live by
forgiveness is the
scent left by the flower
on the foot that has crushed it.
trust is the scar
left by the knife
on the heart that
entrusted.
faith is the lasting
act of accepting
the unknown
over that
that is known.
and to be trespassed
against and to still
erect no fences
is the ultimate home.
CG 3[2002 -2008]
6 comments:
wow nice poem
Unfortunately, fences - tall BRICK fences - are my friend ...
I've always loved that poem! Thanks for posting it.
Nice photos :)
I enjoyed that poem!
lara: thanks and even though I wrote it I feel like I didnt
dana: not good, break down the fences you will have a better view
aka: I forgot you have seen this before
leighann: a little scenery to go...
Very nice poem. No fences around my place.
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