Afternoon Poem #1, March 28, 2017



Did those first men who walked here know their luck?

In that day when all the land stretched out like open arms

And one chose according to the lie of it

And the lines fell for them in pleasant places.


Who walked along that broad and grassy ridge above the confluence of the rivers

And saw the Walhonde green and the Kanawha blue

Flowing away, quiet as time itself

And hill upon hill green with forest, fading into infinite horizons


Did someone say, We are the first and have best choice

And all who come after will share only that which we ignore

Did those who built the great houses know

That the view from their tall windows would satisfy generations?


Copyright 2017

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