Carson City resident Art Sistare presents this poem as a heartfelt gift to Nevada at its 150th birthday, a poem for the ages.

Once,
Time was newborn
Wailing
At bright blue skies
And cold dark nights,
Sprinkled with star light
Shining.

They rained upon
A silent
Falling
Across the mountain
Scape.
And there has grown,
pinus longaeva:

A Bristlecone Pine
Twisted
Standing,

Lonesome is the pain
Distressing.

Yet there was found
An unshared dream
Atop this world triumphant.

Live long,
Amidst your toil
And trouble.

Be strong,
From each adversity
Facing.

An Icon bestowed:

For the days of your life
Everlasting.

Smile happy,
Joyous
With laughter
Raucous,
At the tickle and quake
Of eons of breezes
Astride your limbs
Well
Strapping.

And rooted, still,
‘Round boulders
From heaven,
At your feet
Nestled gently
Lying,

The days of your life
Everlasting.

There,
Wonder lives,
An only friend,
In miles
Of endless wild.

Now look across
Your special home
Through aimless winds a
Drifting.

Then trudge in place
Cross soil and rock,
The arrow of time soars
Fleeting,

The days of your life
Everlasting.

‘Til no longer strong
With aim or heed,
Weak for a night’s sleep
Waiting.

And there you will stand,
The Icon hence,
In this Home
We call Nevada.

 

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