Sacrifice Cliff
Oh, sandstone cliffs
so high,
what secrets do you
hold?
Like an amphitheater
for the prairie wind,
you watch the town
stretched out below.
The Rimrocks are cold
and silent, blessed to no living man,
only to the courageous,
eternal souls who linger in time.
Oh, brave warriors,
who rode blind ponies over the edge,
and sacrificed their
lives so that others may live.
While we sleep, your
cries fill the thick night air,
as you ride your
ghost horses on the wind.
Never to touch the
ground again,
only to kiss the
Creator’s sky.
© 2006, Felix
Giordano
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