Phantom Canyon
steep canyon walls below that would take me one way or another to the bottom
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
steep canyon walls below that would take me one way or another to the bottom
he had prayed, without words, without thought, with simple life-sustaining breaths and become one with the wilderness
These dogs bound off to lead my way As drops of moonlight glisten still Eagerly we dash in quest to
Long Trail Muffled sounds of gunfire fear, the wails of death Are not yet heard. Still and tall silent sentry
our feet are made to carry the heart where ever it will lead
can sense the character and life of someone simply by observing their activities for a day