#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun... Refreshing is the scenery beyond the shaded canopies of the legendary Redwoods...
I pause the very essence of my Aura... breathing deeply, I meditate on conscious thought... steadying the vibrations of energy, I focus and visualize the paradoxical stargate that enters the Spirit Realm.
The Wanderers and Day Walkers owe my guide a life debt... merged with the kinetic force that drives the Chariot of Death... fused with the genetic heat signature attached to my ancestors... and unable to accommodate the unknown forces of heathen rituals and rites of folklore... their obligations now lie with the protection of knowledge and inheritance of awarded estates and a territory bound to the souls of Legacy... the hearts of a generation past are synchronized with the Spirits of Tomorrow... A Cherished plot is forever familiar at the head of the Snakes Riverbend... the canyons of Feather River hold close the memories of generations... The gift of Life is forever remembered and at the base of that most sacred Mountain is a place I am proud to call Home...

© Psalms/Poems By Thomas James Arment-
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