Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

reverb drifts and fills the expanse
ricochets off slopes, ripples bare rock
bathes it in echo and fade
ride it across the divide

dub roots blown open, laid bare,
transfigured, the heat and grit
children wandering the desert
rootsman on a big beat earth

Deserts can be sancutaries or death holes. I like this one and the poem.

the music connected with the land.

just me, the rock, and dubrock ....

mnaz wrote:just me, the rock, and dubrock ....

... and your fine-tuned perception within the environs...

thanks cec.

(and a sip 'o bourbon once in awhile ....)