Pawnee Buttes
We climbed the butte
handholds are the only way
They’re worn and smooth
how many hands
have used them before
As we stood looking out over
the landscape
We could see it’s restless
like an ancient sea
The sun sets in the western horizon
We have a connection
somehow to the Pawnee
climbing up to look for game
or an enemy
They stand majestic
as we drive away we look back
like someone had been watching
You feel their presence
It’s the power of the plains
©Dale CJ Clark
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