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The Gift of Green

by George Hoerner

the gift of green
reflects from you
as you stand protecting
your mountains surrounded
by the soft green of sagebrush

clouds hang between you
and your mountain peaks
like a palace mote

but the sound of chainsaws
reminds you
nothing lives forever

the wind walks
through canyons speaking
your language of freedom
which man only thinks
he understands

11/11/2006

Posted on 11/17/2006
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christel Crews on 12/05/06 at 07:08 AM

that last stanza is really powerful! beautiful write

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