I see the forest
through the trees.
Whispering softly
in the breeze.
The black pools
swirl underneath.
Quietly undisturbed
for centuries.
I hear the song
through the trees.
blissful, at peace,
tranquil, and serene.
The filth of their dead in the air they breathe.
The souls of their ancestors fuel our machine.
7 comments:
As always, solid.
Where've you been dude?
And guess where I'm going tomorrow? For McMurray, the heart of the machine...
I saw Mr.Quesnel walking across stafford a few mornings ago, with coffee and funky hair.
This is tight.
Seeing great writing like this always fills me with joy!
Fort McMurray? I might be round those parts myself. Grande Cache Perhaps. I'm working as an assistant land surveyer in Alberta.
I'm working as a bass player at the Boomtown Casino! I'll be there jamming out CCR tunes till Saturday night....
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