In the rolling hills
rising from the Snake,
a ranch nestles
far from the road,

a green hush
folded in the land,
grazing cattle
in late winter sun,

burned into memory
like a talisman,
a totem of earth,
of home.

 

 

 

Reading of “Talisman” with music by the Lonesome River Band.

 

 

 

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