He stood as if a part of all
The thunder of its rushing sound,
A part of life and nature bound.
In deep communion with the day,
I watched the subtle colours play
With hair and eyes that seemed too deep
And full of secrets meant to keep.
His chiselled face, without a flaw
Was full of strength, inspiring awe
And with the mystic water song
His spirit stood so proud and strong.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
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