The smell of the 5am sun & last nights’ fire damp with air. Chinese crickets & a hammock. A subtle , noisy stare. This is the real life, just sitting. Absorbing it a while. One life, live it. It’s anything but a trial. Abandoned by the money machine. Guarded by the few. Still proud to be ‘old’ China, He wanted a Yuan or two. A crime to give such landscape. A value of monetary measure. When all we share are many moments in time… Here, lies the real treasure. The reality of mans’ great achievement. Buried deep beneath our feet. Has a summit of challenging ascent. Making easy to envisage how, Mens’ lives end, many did meet. Steeper & higher. Harder & harder. The path itself, all but a wall. At its peak , The eyes, in love with nature in China, Everyone would fall. An open air fortress. From its highest point, It’s plain to see. The flora is the biggest presence, And the earth belongs to thee.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 16:52:42 +0000
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