BY KEVIN CARREL FOOTER CAIRNS Where the cobbled street loses itself in the sand down by the river, I make a cairn from stones that once lead somewhere we thought we wanted to go. To warn off would-be travelers, I have been prying stones from the road and leaving the old cobbles in piles. Where…
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6 responses to “Death in a Foreign Land”
Lovely Kevin
Gracias, Lovely Denise.
To use Maya Angelou´s words, I may say that “the rocks” and pebbles on the sea shore” were once hosts to species long since departed” . They have whitnessed milleniums and milleniums of existance but they too must desintegrate to be seen no more.
Abrazos! Adrian
Enjoyed the Muse as always, especially the last line. The touching transcends the end we all share. “Editor’s Note”: The word “may” in the first line of Strands should I think be “many”.
Joe: Many thanks for your encouragement — and your gentle corrections! Absolutely right. The proofreader took the day off and that one slipped by. Glad you were there for me! Abrazos! Kevin