Jacks-In-The-Pulpit
Bones in the sky
Long winding rivers
That never ran dry
And the secrets she gathered
From the wild blowing sands
Breathed in her heart
And her hands

I sing to your spirit
Where all my dreams dwell
The vision, the freedom
The life lived so well
And I sing in your canyons
And the echoes ring clear
And I wish somehow
You may still hear

~~~ Dan Fogelberg ~~~

~ Georgia O'Keefe ~

~~~  1887~1986   ~~~