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West of Grouse Creek

by Leonard M Hawkes

This boney earth with its ribs worn bare--
Thin skinned, creative forces still so evident--
No wonder the West should tend toward faith.
For with faith we daily confront these elements,
Protecting our meager holdings with our lives—
Literally eking out an existence with our sweat—
And so aware of the hot prickly reality of hell.

09/06/2010

Author's Note: From thoughts along the road from Jackpot to Wells, NV.

Posted on 09/07/2010
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