"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Weatherbeaten poetry

Whose hands
crafted a future relic
With pride and care
Measuring and cutting
nailing and painting
admiring and hanging?
Watching it age
like the hands that made it.
Till one day
repairable no longer,
stained with years,
it returns slowly
whence it came.

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