Friday, March 22, 2013

White Butte, for the Near-Sighted

Three. Five. Zero. Six.
I can't keep climbing higher than this.
Some states of mind aspire for the Rockies
Why no subject to these fields of lesser feats.

White Butte! So majestic and Tall
Three thousand, five hundred and six feet to fall.
Listen for your name as the wind, it calls,
Objectively so, down on the small...
White Butte.

White Butte! for the fortunately framed,
The less-commonly named and the predictably tamed.
Three thousand, five hundred feet from the sea;
Just enough distance to kindly be...
Humbly known.

White Butte! So majestic and Tall
Three thousand, five hundred and six feet to fall.
Listen for your name as the wind, it calls,
Objectively so, down on the small...
White Butte.

The leaves rustle as the wind passes by,
Its time is fading, its end is nigh.

White Butte! So majestic and Tall
Three thousand, five hundred and six feet to fall.
Listen for your name as the wind, it calls,
Objectively so, down on the small...
White Butte.

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