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DARDANELLE ROCK

Through the misty time.
Bedrock deep beneath the mud.
Anchored there by fire
And diamond stud.

Beacon to the sabertooth,
The V-line flight,
The drifting floaters.

Witness to the ebb and flood.
The deer, the wolves.
As ever was.
The stars, the sun.
The moon chased down by silver mist.

Lookout loft
For eagle brave.
The scout, the Gray.

Thunder rumbled.
Prism bowed.

Plzen maids and Liverpoolers
Skipped smooth stones along her toes
Then cast curved rock beneath her feet.

Earth has trembled.
Drivers pass.
Some will know.

The rock still stands beside the flow.
For now.
For then.

David A. Vogel 2001

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