Great Land
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The Great Land

Standing in the land of the great Apaches

Midst blooming wild poppies

and the mammoth elephant grasses,

thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had.

May be the days of  chivalric Camelot are over,

as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair;

vicious winds from the North gushed 

echoing footsteps of a massive feet

opening a narrow pass for the

grim shadow of Lincoln to flicker by,

leaving behind trails of the Fallen Soldiers

on the path once trodden by the

fierce Indian Tribes.

27 thoughts on “The Great Land”

    1. I totally agree, 🙂 like wind it still blows through the great land, how beautifully you summed it all. Thanks a lot for stopping by, truly appreciate it! 🙂

  1. Reflective. I often think of the Native Americans who roamed the land before us. This is their land too. May we never forget them. Thanks Tanya. 🙂

    1. This land absorbs and assimilates… thats it’s greatness. The land embraces anyone who dwells here, that’s the beauty! Yes you are right Native Americans belong equally. Thank you so much Ron for stopping by, truly appreciate it! 🙏

      1. I’m glad that you know that I am glad that we both gladly agree 🤪

    1. Thanks a lot dear, I am so glad you liked it. I am truly humbled by your kind words 🙂

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