Open Spaces

by Esther Thornburg   Oct 11, 2012


Beyond the western dry land existence
Amid the sounds of tireless endless winds
There is the ever moving of the restless sands.
Will it ever become an inhabited land?

There is a strange and haunting feeling,
The distant expance of mountains, become appealing.
Photographers captured wonders of the mountain sides.
Reflecting the changes sunlight provides.

Beauty became the product of the day,
The scenes prepared the tourist's way.
Spread the oils across the canvas.
Record the beauty, make it last.

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