by Austin Jepson


Arising from the desert floor
Are sandstone giants
Watching over virgin valleys.

Colors of red and white and green
Most shimmer in the light
Of sweltering heat.

At daybreak, the shadows are long
But sun’s rays kiss the rising guards
And their faces blush red.

Their wind-carved skin is lined
With evidence of storms.
And still they stand.

No sword or gun will deter the sentinels
Of sand and brush and sacred ground
To those that toil at their feet.

Though man blasts tunnels through their bowels,
None will ever surrender
The posts assigned to them by God.

About author

Austin Jepson

I am a non-verbal boy with autism. I was adopted by the Jepsons at age seven. Prior to that, I lived in foster care for 2 years. My original family could not take very proper care of me and I was taken from their home. My memories of them are still alive, though, and I love them, even though they had problems. My life now is better. My mom and dad love me and so do my brothers. I am lucky for that. As I am planning on going to college some day, writing in this blog is great practice. I hope you like it. Maybe you will learn something about autism. I hope so.

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    Kimberly Jepson says

    I am in wonder at the beautiful picturesque writings you create Austin. You are a beautiful soul.

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    Bonita Klingler says

    Another masterpiece!

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