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Canyon
CYCLE I: EARTH
Between your furrowed walls guide graceful streams,
In paths of long filled lines and bending curves,
From mountain’s tip that’s licked to stormy reams
And springs that Valleys’ well, your river serves.
Tween rim and rim your vales in subtle Vees
Extend above the soft bed’s banking shores,
Where Mother’s life came forth to fill the seas.
Where men have delved, her mysteries explore.
And slow the waters flow ‘til cataracts
And rapids’ thrill like slickened fingers rend.
Then do your flowings rush through these contracts,
And o’er your falls to soak the plains descend.
Thus is the flow from storms and springs begun,
The dash of Mother’s life that through you run.
April 6 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Between your furrowed walls guide graceful streams,
In paths of long filled lines and bending curves,
From mountain’s tip that’s licked to stormy reams
And springs that Valleys’ well, your river serves.
Tween rim and rim your vales in subtle Vees
Extend above the soft bed’s banking shores,
Where Mother’s life came forth to fill the seas.
Where men have delved, her mysteries explore.
And slow the waters flow ‘til cataracts
And rapids’ thrill like slickened fingers rend.
Then do your flowings rush through these contracts,
And o’er your falls to soak the plains descend.
Thus is the flow from storms and springs begun,
The dash of Mother’s life that through you run.
April 6 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Published 8th Apr 2017
| Edited 11th Apr 2017
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