Where I Once Stood

And there I was,

cliff rock home,

we believed it would never crack,

or crumble, 

all storms blew in,


up or down river,

they always came our way,

cliff rock held,

trees and gardens


our house,

we believed,

 was indestructible,

what finally took it down,

was not a raging wind,

nor a crashing wave,





and as the house,


over the edge,

cliff rock held,

and continued to,

as I walked away,

making room for

a building,

tall and wide,

that now stands,

on cliff rock,

all storms blowing in,



Painting: Paul D. Ortlip


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