This image was inspired by Dinosaur Ridge, a unique site of geologic interest featuring dinosaur footprints, located just west of Denver, Colorado.
Eolian sands, how can I know your ancient winds,
That arranged each grain, now frozen in place?
Your dunes buried alive and so lithified
Into canyon walls that bear your trace.
Vast monuments you are, but for whom do you stand?
Continuing sculpture in this remote arid land
Glowing warm red in the golden dusk light
Strong silhouettes on a moonlit night.
Your bedded layers like pages in a book
Crumbling, laying open, inviting me to look
Far down the corridor of time and to see
When the Earth was not home to creatures like me.
True monuments you are, but for whom do you stand?
For the dinosaurs that lie in the nearly sand?
They lie where they fell on an ancient shore
In a vanished world, extinct forevermore.
What can I hope to find in this place?
Some truth, some answer, or an abyss?
Questions like these your p...