Monday, July 5, 2010
From on High
Fair weather clouds
chase their shadows
across tangents of flat farm land.
A crazy quilt of sturdy brown
freshly plowed rectangles intersect
squares and circles of new spring plantings.
Cattle ponds polka-dot the landscape.
Deep emerald alfalfa
completes the food chain for dairies.
From above I see clouds
in a scape only high fliers know.
Thunderheads pile up in turbulent majesty.
What was once a flat plain of white
deepens to gray, cloud cliffs
part to expose land far below.
Rain, in a high altitude waterfall,
forms verga, never reaching the ground.
We dip and tilt as we traverse the Rockies.
Home is all downhill from here.
Desert dry wrinkled skin of earth
is cross hatched with roads.
Everywhere are the markings of man,
carving out some sort of civilization
from the sometimes stingy land.
chase their shadows
across tangents of flat farm land.
A crazy quilt of sturdy brown
freshly plowed rectangles intersect
squares and circles of new spring plantings.
Cattle ponds polka-dot the landscape.
Deep emerald alfalfa
completes the food chain for dairies.
From above I see clouds
in a scape only high fliers know.
Thunderheads pile up in turbulent majesty.
What was once a flat plain of white
deepens to gray, cloud cliffs
part to expose land far below.
Rain, in a high altitude waterfall,
forms verga, never reaching the ground.
We dip and tilt as we traverse the Rockies.
Home is all downhill from here.
Desert dry wrinkled skin of earth
is cross hatched with roads.
Everywhere are the markings of man,
carving out some sort of civilization
from the sometimes stingy land.
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Beautiful and great poem. Creates a little picture in my head of what you seen or what you thinking about. Keep up the great work!
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