Tuesday, July 12, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 80



The thunderous roar
Of the falls
Is but a harbinger
Of what beholds
The tumultuous
Cascading of the
Onrushing flow.
Whence its origin?
Whence this
Rock-strewn canyon?
I can but marvel
At God’s wonders.
— Garry D. Kilbourn



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