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Friday, 24 June 2011
The Jinksy Mountains
as sculpted by the sun,
blurred lovingly by heat haze
on a day that's just begun.
These are The Fairy Mountains
on which bright pixels dance,
and wandering through their valleys,
the mind is in a trance.
These are The Peaceful Mountains
where never wind has stirred,
where no sound breaks the silence
except the sound of bird.
These are The Slate-Grey Mountains
prospectors trod of old;
their jaggedness their beauty,
their colours come from gold.
These are The Jinksy Mountains
(not Jinxy, understand),
which if not wholly natural...
Blow me, they're Jinksy-planned!
You thought them just a picture?
You're wrong, my friend, you're wrong:
they're Land Art for the record.
She's another Richard Long!