Monthly Archives: August 2014

Beneath the Cottonwoods

Beneath the cottonwoods The old spring sat Hidden unless you knew   Here in these Great Plains The old travelers knew The trees meant water   And this morning As the sun broke over the horizon And we broke camp … Continue reading

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