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Oct 6
In frozen headwaters on mountains high, 
The Colorado flows from icy peaks 
through canyon walls that climb to the sky,
telling tales of time when no one speaks. 
With fury, white capped rapids flow,
bringing life to the valley where mankind hopes 
for the abundance that green orchards grow, 
in the shadow of loss on Storm Kings slopes. 
Humanity meets nature’s relentless wrath, 
just as water yields to earth and stone.
With time, carving out its determined path
in canyons where strength and sorrow are sown.
Written by
Michael S  42/M/Colorado
(42/M/Colorado)   
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