Pipe Springs
Hyrum Ashton

Pipe Springs feels like the sun is hitting you

with an angry baseball bat of light.

The plants slice away at your skin with there razor sharp blades.

People watch the ducks as they pitter patter into the pond.

The shade calls everyone over who wants to get out of the sun.

Pipe Springs is Indians and settlers and pioneers,

artifacts and history throughout the years.

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