Titus Koehn Poems

Dirt roads and sunsets and cottonwood trees,
Sunflowers tall in the warm summer breeze.

Black Angus cattle on green, grassy hills,
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The gentle contours of the hills surround me where I lie,
The stillness only broken by the endless sweep and sigh
Of grasses waving in the breeze beneath the vaulted sky.
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I set out to build you an altar, Lord,
Worthy of your holy name.
But this, the result of my feeble attempts,
Makes me bow my head in shame.
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