Ned Abenroth

12/6/20231 min read

landscape photography canyon
landscape photography canyon

Beneath my feet the ground

rises up to meet me.

This space of me,

which knows no other drum to

walk to is

Finally a field I can

see and know and rest in.

For too long

I forfeited my only

place in this world to the crowd

And the masses

took it greedily


Standing in the

terrain of my

thumping heart,

A landscape more wondrous and mysterious

Stretches further

Than my feeble eyes can see

Bidding me come.