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Spirit of Place:angel poem for McGraths Hump. Old Man sleeping.


Sun sets on McGraths Hump

Ruby lips that kiss.

She kisses
as the sun
fades down
into the valley,
shades
of green.

Yellow life blood
courses
in the depths
and awakens
the sleeping
giant.

shaking and quaking
he begins
his breath
as a behemoth.

Just like a whale
he aches
in his heart,
purpose stirred.

Listening for so long
into the under
ground veins : the water courses
singing, and calling, and welcoming,
joining forces.

Correction is near.


Do your children still dream of giants?

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