WEATHERED WOOD ROCK HARDA Poem by Koot WakanImmemorialWEATHERED WOOD ROCK HARD
weathered wood rock hard grows slow at season start below waters glacial pond flows past dusk til dawn rings around stories told books will never get to hold rooted in ancient crust made of stars once cosmic dust
weathered wood rock hard grows as it stands on guard timbered ground looks green with meadow grass in between gnarled trunks of broken limbs sheltered from cold night winds creatures that creep and fly made of stars above blue sky
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