"The Only Game in Town," 2.
The land burns green;
bright leaves flutter on high beeches;
cold mountain wind, smelling of melted snow, roars through pines;
birds darken the sun;
to the west, the distant, blue-white Cascades float;
to the east, forest and meadow descend to a valley;
beyond the horizon, buffalo are thunderous on prairies;
seventy Mongols on Asian horses with pack animals, remounts and native guides follow a small river;
Everard watches with binoculars.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
A nice description of nature, with those two jarring touches of Mongols and a Patrol agent watching them with modern binoculars.
Ad astra! Sean
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