Carolina Spring Mountains
Crystal cascades spring
From the living rock
This most choice of promised lands!
The Rooster crows his kingship:
A harem of hens.
Speckled speck on slippery rocks,
Crawling, scurrying … trying to go … where?
White-water-wave crashes rocks,
Speckled speck no where.
The Black Hills
Sleepy-eyed sun sinks
Behind suddenly dark hills
Like a shade drawn down.