Archive for January 11, 2012

Distant Echoes

They rage sometimes in distant echoes, those ghosts of living in by-gone years…

…they sing and howl,┬ásometimes, at atrocities lean and harsh that were wrought upon the land, scars that remain in hardened shadow form, of skeletons in brick and steel….

…and when the sun is down, they wonder in silent tones, sometimes, as evening light creeps low, as tiny eyes blink awake in their hollowed places, not hallowed…

…carts ring and clang on rails laid, earth’s treasures brought from below, man’s hand and mind are joined, sometimes, from pick to truck to refiner’s fire, to jewelers’ purses┬áto ladies’ hands to settled estates, and then…

…and come around again to distant echoes and ghosts of living in by-gone years….

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