Pillars of stone
Form a circular home
For a saucer of secrets
That will never be known
Whether lost far in time
Or never existing
These secrets inspire
A wildfire of dreaming
Of times long ago
Buried deep in time’s snow
When a much younger Man
Danced in dawn’s early glow
Unable to know
Of the places he’d go
The things he’d create
Or the seeds that he’d sow
In the great field of history
They reach for the sky
Reach higher and higher
How high we can fly
A Life in Poems 