by C. F. Hatten

These bones of mine have roots
In a temple of spirit

Red rivers flow
Through their narrow canals

Skirting the ridges of mountains
Rushing the streams of low terrain
Washing high tides of inner peace

These bones of mine
Have served their mission

Housed in an essence of
Strength and endurance

Never breaking or bending
Never brittle or torn
These bones of mine

Solid as bricks and stones

Bones by C. F. Hatten

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