Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Lake Michigan

The breeze blown across

The white sanded expanse

Before the endless blue

Dunes stand a guardians

Along that distant western shore

What sight when through virgin forest

European explorers burst forth

Casting european feet upon this shore

Newness of discovery

Of what has already been known

By the men of the forest

A world existing since

Prehistory, forever altered

With this cultural encroachment

One way upon another

And neither shall remain the same

Upon these waves were cast

The Griffin sails into

Deeper and darker wilderness

Once this shore served

That end of known world

Now it stands the edge

And remains that place

Where earth, land, and water touch

Here all realms are knit together.

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