The Evening Fire

what i value most
is the time given...
the touch, the pain,
the edge of the wheel.

the color of the wind,
the name of the rain.
the groan of mountains,
the call of the winding river.

the hands, the eyes,
the words beneath words.
the work, the sweat,
and the evening fire!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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