The Rocks have Faces

The Rocks Have Faces The rolling rocks lie lazily, listening… As they bake in molten desert sun. They say they came from teeming quakes That left them lying dead whendone. Their smooth soft surface now depicts That brutal weather can be kind The savage storms did here inflict, such pleasant pictures to my mind. Did you know these rocks have faces? Did you ever hear them speak? Sit awhile in placid places Where weather rages raw and bleak. Come, when sweltering heat abides you; They seem to speak much clearer then. And listen, as the whirling winds fly by to make… The voices speak, from faces there within. They slowly speak of ancient dwellers People who loved dear, this prairie land Of all the harrowing story tellers They speak of art... made from blowing sand. Listen just a moment longer Sit and let their words sink in. Let’s not lose the history stronger When spoken by the rocks that lie within. IlaMae Stucki © 4/15/10