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Friday, September 17, 2010

our land

Our Land

Dawn breaks, above Woody's love

All dead, 'neath frozen flake

Our season's neglect

Spring promises, a nurturing thaw

Looms low on the horizon

And high in our hopes

They won't make it so, absent husbandry..

Naught will rise, save noxious weed

Lest the furrow be plow'd by callused hand

And the seed be buried gently

Deep, in loamy land

Even then, deed's undone

If our wary eye should wander

And let creep, that wild growing weed

So aptly named greed

That, minus vigilance

Might strangle a nation

Pray all, if such a thing can help

That trust's been well placed

And cards be fairly dealt..

Before sun sets, on our lovely land

Posted by jon at 3:33 AM

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      • angels, indeed!
      • uncle jonny's "garden"
      • a vision (in black and white)
      • on the horrors of aging
      • w.c.
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      • invisible's ode
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      • dark
      • someday
      • nine'y weight
      • drop-top catalina
      • flirtation
      • 90 mile an hour zen
      • rebirth
      • another
      • inches
      • our land
      • swoonin'
      • old crow
      • guardian of gebo
      • the measure of a man.
      • old friend
      • the skin of my teeth
      • imaginary friend...aka...internet dating..
      • bite me!
      • humor me
      • foolish
      • prarie blues
      • stupid moon..sonnet option 3..
      • stupid moon..another type of sonnet
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      • stupid moon, freeform
      • blue
      • bye bye cupid
      • wannabe
      • ode to a swapmeet queen
      • athena and i.
      • my way
      • mighty oak?
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      • landscape
      • "ode" to my vineweed
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