My eyes see things thought long lost
In the piercing daylight breaking
Clouds ruddy with dripped sunlight
Float away across the prairie rolling
Sending their vaporous wisps swirled
Around the tree line far across the hill
While buffalo grunt and snort and paw
Thunder rumbles across the plains
Wind whips the trees branches wild
Rain dances gently across the grasses
Slowing steadily until all are satiated
Stars and moon and great streaks
Paint the sky into a palette of change
All for those who wait and see
Things thought long lost playing
All can see yet few take time to look
Open your eyes and drink the sights!
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I See Through
PoéziaPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
