I sit and gaze out to the west
as the sun beats down upon my face.
The wind that blows with all her might
leaves barren twigs upon this place.
The hawk that circles in the sky
in search of feasts with frightened minds.
I gaze upon his wandering flight
which leaves me smiling with grand delight.
Oh west where crowds of searchers pass
Thursday, February 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: explorer