Play It Close To The Chest
Our awareness is pointed,
focused on the horizon
dreams played through our direction,
moving forward.
Solid determination shapes us,
makes us a people,
the steeple aims to the heavens.
Carved deep into chasms over centuries,
ever flowing
bringing consciousness,
sharing life it continues,
from the mountains to the ditches,
reservoirs and oceans are fed,
wells carry buckets of refreshments.
Carved eighty feet into the desert,
layered earth told time for me,
generations come and go in front of me.
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