Honoring Our Veterans

Read my Veterans essay on my new essay blog

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Rock

Fresh water trickling over the smooth wet surface
Drops of crystal slowly making their way towards the barren earth,
From which we came
And where we will return.

A tiny metronome,
Timing my thoughts - my actions,
Timing where we step,
And where we fall.

Picking up this moist, glassy solid,
I place it in my pocket, and continue through the expansive forest.

The Good Earth

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Bare Branch

Falling with a sense of rhythm
Spiriling down to the bare, frosty ground

Autumn is here

Leaving trails as if showing where we've been
And where we have yet to go

Autumn is here

Glancing up the branch, half broken
Shaking amongst the winds

Autumn is here

The branch now almost empty,
Forced to face the winds alone

Autumn is here.