~for Max & the EQ
We band of stripling warriors climb
Through the redwood forest,
Two-by-two,
Skirting flower-speckled meadows,
Crossing fern-lined streams,
Advancing though generations
Of Sequoias: from seedlings,
To saplings,
To full-growth,
All straight as arrows
Aimed skyward,
Straining for the light.
We climb and climb
Till we reach
The Watch Tower—
A granite pinacle overlooking
Creation’s panorama,
Rising above a two-thousand-foot ravine
Gouged by eons
Of snow and sun,
Water and wind.
At the top, we see
Two snow-flower sprigs
Standing like a pair of grounded spears
Waiting for winter
To unfurl their scarlet plumes
Against the white snow.
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