In Process…

South of st louis, 
Two strays took canvas
Through plains of kansas
Via missouri.

Windmills
Stood
Stilled
Betwixt plains and hills.

 Mountain dark shadows
Over elk king’s meadow,
There snow-melt stream
Divided sun and  moon beams.

Where flats met heights,
 Rung sacred rites,
Sung by the sands of time 
Casting shadowy lines.