Lest We Forget Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Lest We Forget



The rock,
stands against the wind
in centuries old calm

Counting the years until
our baptism,
sinking deeper still

Stoic to tell
lest we forget, engraved
on a hill of blinding sun

Of barefoot
painted dancers,
and children—future come

(Mesa Verde Colorado: October,1976)

Thursday, May 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: native american
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