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Duncanville, TX, United States
I'm an international person, having spent 6+years of my youth in various Central and South American countries. Within my occupation as a television engineer, I've since traveled back to Mexico several times to film various religious sites, to Ireland to film a video documentary on the life of St. Patrick, to Portugal and England. Each time I took hundreds of pictures, wrote songs and poems about the things I saw and heard and felt go on around me, and tried to absorb a sense for what people in each locale thought. How they love, how they see, how they think.... My other sites: www.myspace.com/mothtoacandle http://community.webshots.com/user/waynocook www.soundclick.com/eddieaustin

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Ansel, Why?




By Wayne Cook

The clouds drift upward,
Cutting the sun to gray
Burning orange cuts through a hole
A fire of heavenly play

Towering walls; fogged granite,
Fluted rock; earth’s own teeth
Reflections of the hills in the lake
Still waters like silvered leaves

Nearby the branches bend
Creaking wood; popping bark
Morning sun splashed mountains
Darkness shrouds the evergreen hearth

A waterfall plunges breathtakingly
Down the cliff in halos of light
Crashing to splinters of wet below
Fading sun sparkles into night

How could one life and two eyes see
How could one pair of hands do
How could we ever realize the power
Ansel, why did you leave us so soon
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