Yellow Soil
O land of yellow soil,
Where sages grow.
Why do you sift past me,
And wild winds blow?
What must I do,
To turn your valve?
Know you not that to me,
You are like a salve?
Your touch to me,
Makes me to feel.
That hurt is gone,
Now is the time to heal.
Because...once I was a child,
And I ran my fingers through.
The sand where I played,
Where sweet attachment grew.
And just to see you lying,
As I softly stroll.
You are to me enrichment,
And an ointment to my soul.
E.P. 1908 - 1989
Photo taken on the east side of Castle Rock in the Castle Rocks State Park - Almo, Idaho, USA
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