From Ebbetts Pass
by Leonard M Hawkes
"Though I've known your margins,
From here, you seem endless--
Humped up granitic masses clothed
In an uninterrupted stretching of conifers."
"You steal the water from our sky.
Your barrier seals off our basin--
Ever drying, ever isolating--and yes,
Ever protecting us from California."
Author's Note: No note necessary
Posted on 07/19/2005
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