This is but a small cluster of the wild prim roses that are populating our land. They're on all sides of the garden now like we planted them there on purpose. This is what the unusual rain has made. I can't wait to see how many crop up next year with these guys all going to seed.
I suppose I am a bard, and the words and melodies come to me like vivid dreams. My inspirations are many, but I owe a lot to the land where I live in the Zuni mountains of New Mexico and to the Heathen gods and goddesses of my ancestors.
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