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A mist, but not of memories or ghosts, And not a silent mist - a noisy one Drifts darkly over this altar to the past The docent pauses for each motor home Gear-growling up the unexpected slope Along the road from that point to this one Well-paved and posted: fifteen miles per hour For cell-‘phone shots where each historic death Is marked with stones among the sunlit grass The docent speaks of her peoples: Cheyenne, Arapaho, Sioux, and soldier boys blue With frequent and reflective pauses as A Winnebago circles Last Stand Hill
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
The Little Bighorn Battlefield Across from the Gas Station
A mist, but not of memories or ghosts, And not a silent mist - a noisy one Drifts darkly over this altar to the past The docent pauses for each motor home Gear-growling up the unexpected slope Along the road from that point to this one Well-paved and posted: fifteen miles per hour For cell-‘phone shots where each historic death Is marked with stones among the sunlit grass The docent speaks of her peoples: Cheyenne, Arapaho, Sioux, and soldier boys blue With frequent and reflective pauses as A Winnebago circles Last Stand Hill
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel. Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
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