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December 2008 
Sojourn through Selden
Posted on Oct 1st, 2008
by 
jeepdog
jeepdog
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My musings found the rhythm,
tap, tap, tippity-tap,
military drums of times past,
bleating, pleading their reminder,
across the arid folds of Desert's lap,
the famed Buffalo Soldier passed,
and Infantry regiments patrolled.
Nearby dust devils pick up the tune,
whriling a dirty spun dance,
courting adobe wall remains,
sifting life into an abandoned fort,
as ghosts court us through subtle glance,
our respectful stroll stirring ancient planes,
this brutal relic provided the peace which we count.
Listen carefully for the message,
and strive to see canon's shined brass,
and you may hear ancient Apache song,
and faintly glimpse young Billy ride by,
these frontier people were a sturdy class,
having backbone to believe in right and wrong,
hearty traits lost in modern world gone awry.
Like the crumbled adobe walls,
their ways were far from perfect,
but from their wabi-sabi conviction we glean,
if we continue to ignore our historic calls,
cultural evolution goes stagnant and Nature reject,
for only through inclusion can we transcend to new meme.
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