Wooden structures that emerge from the face of the earth. <br /> Temples of love to give identity to the ground on which they stand. <br /> From east to west a glow with stellular radiance and energy. <br /> On this rock we rely for our daily spin through the sky. <br /> Ivory mountains up above skyscapes of distant places we cannot walk. <br /> Ever changing these vapor ranges. <br /> Beyond the earths golden carpet of October.<br /><br />Kevin Kavanagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wooden-structures/
