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THE LONE BUTTE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG

First Line: IT TOWERS ABOVE THE SLEEKLY ROUNDED HILLS
Last Line: A RELIC OF THE CHILDHOOD OF THE WORLD.
Subject(s): SOLITUDE; LONELINESS;
It towers above the sleekly rounded hills,
Ancient, austere, a remnant of a vast,
Forgotten land. It muses on the past,
On how the patient, toiling centuries
Planed down a proud plateau to fashion these
Low, rounded hills. At night it contemplates
The stately march of stars and meditates
Upon eternity. It is content
To dream away the years, indifferent.
Desiring no companionship, serene,
Misted with amethyst and mauve and green
It looms against a pale sky, cloud-impearled—
A relic of the childhood of the world.



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