Openings

Thru the openings you can see

Relics of our history

Openings and crumbling stone

Where the eagle once had flown.

Built upon a high rampart

Crisp the wind and clear the view

Enemies could not break thru.

Solid walls of great hard rock

Now the shepherd feeds his flock

Shades of eons long ago

Mark the rocks with special glow.

Slow the shadows start to creep

Slow the grazing of the sheep

Stamping dust motes seeping through

Was the dust a man once too?

Maybe the sand

That runs through my hand

Was once part of a man.