By Steven Wade Veatch
I will stand in the aspen groves
that edge the old mine,
look at the columbines
growing in the moist ground, listen
to the woodpecker drumming,
and feel the mountain air moving
through the ponderosa pine trees.
How fortunate people are to live
in the same place all their life.
I know this land holds my history
and my future will end there.
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