Long ago I found a set of less welcoming rocks
The Pinnacles
Wild and stony ground
stone-ground grounded deep in sand
a non-surrender worn thin
this stubborn land refuses to accept erosion
a barren twisted stand
a single shoot One flower tenuously tied
struggles from under rock
Sand blasted old man clings to pinnacle
back-warmed against the wind a crag-shelter
a harmony of land and sky and wind
There's no surrender here
and no music for strangers
posted by Fran @ 7:34 PM
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No surrender, no music for strangers?
I think I'll get that inked on my shoulder.
Cool
Anita Marie
Your right Anita Marie. These lines would make a perfect tatoo.
So powerful Fran. I can see the wild stony land that never surrenders and wonder if a part of me is like that.
Yes, I agree with everyone else, this is very cool and powerful indeed.
Magnificent, Fran - parts of Scotland are like that, a country where there is never surrender.
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