Death in a Foreign Land

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”

  1. Lovely Kevin

  2. 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.

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    Joe Duncan

    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”.