Morning Poem, September 23, 2017


When this land was forest

Wolves roamed here, river and hill, under the moon

When this land was farmland

Horses, cattle and geese

Lolled in pastures

And chore-bound children took

Early morning trips to the springs

The first brick houses were engineers

Who took from oil every piece

And brought fuel to the world

They built walls and floors and roofs

From the ancient timber

And sent their daughters

To school in dresses and scarves

Look now for some relic, some shard

Or the way the evening sun falls on some red wall

To tell of some grand hope, some imagined glory

A generation of life lived behind windows and doors

Behind cape and curtain

Secret and deep


copyright 2017

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