"SAND"
"O HOW I. LOVE THEE..."
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Sand...
"As sands thru the hour glass....
So are the days of our lives"
An old TV show had it.
It's true.
Sand has always fascinated man...
for he can't control it.
Except for some people...like maybe
desert nomads. and the
Dust Bowl Folks.
They're not...and weren't fascinated.
To men, dirt looks dirty---but sand
seems clean.
At the sandy places of the earth,
you may want to visit...
You can...roll in the sand, downhill...
walk in it, barefoot, build castles,
bury yourself in it, have a picnic. and
then go home...
Things which do not interest desert
wanderers.
SAND...
I've seen it flying about, in high winds...
Covering highways, burying
gardens, and fences,
muddying stock
tanks...
I've seen it darken the sun.
But O how delightful and beautiful it
can be...
Reddish tan, light tan, white....
smooth, uniform texture; smooth
and almost silky....
With the sand, it's the "little things..."
A hunter back in the hills, warm
November day...miles from anywhere...
quiet and a bit lonely, walkng
an old toad, weeds in the middle...
But friendly ruts in that soft sand!
I am not alone...someone came by,
and my! Those ruts feel good to my boots!
Photographing "WINDOW ROCK..."--- a
fine picture, but I notice the
sand in the foreground....such incredible ruts
in the sand...artistry of its own!
At "WHITE SANDS"---the most fascinating
sand of all, it's the ripple-like waves
in the sand, and the shadows cast by
the ripples...and the half-dead yuccas
and scrubby plants, casting theirs shadows,
and the sand...and the sun...all things
seem eternal...with the sand.
Ah, THE SAND! How oft have I begun poems
about thee? Thrice? Never finished them.
That's what a great subject SAND is....it's
like writing about "forever."
My sand poems turn out to be books...that's how
sand is ---to me!
My roots are Dawson County, Texas. Oh yes!
Wonderful sand...there!
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PHOTO BY MIL
BY MIL
6/03/15
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