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Beyond Where The West Begins

Beyond Where The West Begins

Robert A. Fink

Mrs. Mary Clack Recounts The First Night Of Her Family’s Journey West, Camped On Rock Creek

So many stones to pillow dreams–
Jacob’s angels climbing ladders,
guardians I like to think.
They must get weary
keeping track of all the places
where a child will set its foot–
in a river, wedged between two rocks,
mouth of the panther’s den,
the rattler’s diamond back.
Always off the beaten path, suddenly
swallowed in solitude.  I lay down.
I prayed the Lord our souls to keep.