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sun washed rocks

still wet from the earth's tears

glare down at spiked trees

vying for mere fractions of warmth

themselves

rings of life garnish the far off mountains

so garishly tattooed many years prior

by man's uncaring brutal machines

houses and churches

crowd the valley

looking passed the power plants' foul

language to the rest of the landscape

thinking to their prayer filled streets

and parks

if the river can tolerate such frank abuse

then  so can we

but at the price of every last precious slice

of life

whether fish, fowl, blade, branch or breath

this is the beauty and devastation of

West Virginia on a quietly stunned fall

day in December..............

(written in the car on a paper napkin on our

way to mom's house Dec 2,2004 415pm around the

Marmet area)