Old Pain (Poem)
We sing through the pain
As we walk through the rain.
The pain is so old,
Through bones now grown cold;
The ancients are gone;
But now we are one.
So bring on the rain,
We've not waited in vain.
- Walking in the Rain by Paul Sawyier, c. 1910. Public domain via Wikimedia Commons.
- Robert & Mihaela Vicol; All the photos from Dead Animal Bones found in Woods gallery are free for personal or business use. They are in public domain
- Cliff Palace, Mesa Verde National Park ; National Park Service Photo
© 2013 Liz Elias
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