Forewriters

I see their backs In the distance, Hunched, but Tall and broad and towering.  They stand, differing heights, Up and down like Ominous peaks. They block, from sight,Streams and oceans like Guardians of a sacred shrine. Treasures, told– But secret. So obvious! I see their scribblingsScarring the mountain-scapes And fault lines. Their words are etched into our land’s escape. I watch them grow, extend, Carving river and cavern, Hewing dirt […]