The Urban Reigns

BY ERIC CLAUSEN

The memories of this gorge at the bottom of the hill,
I turned every rock,
Watching time stand still.
Through the middle of a city
Itself weaned on the milled forge,
Runs long our playground of a Jurassic gorge.
With lakes drawn for mans gain,
Come taste the smell
Lofting throughout
The urban reigns.
E.C.