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I love this land

but in the black of night
I can convince myself
that I love anything
even worms have
a sort of poetry
in the moonless gloom

rustic grass
straw and gold and bleached green
wind rattles
smell of sage, earth, man content

history
yes, these lands have never forgotten
their history
unlike cities, always pressing on
to modernize until what? perfection?
but the hills sit and remember
and the fields, and even the roads
the very air smells
of stories

I love this land

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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KellySalasin said...
Dec. 31, 2009 at 12:19 pm
Love the idea of land never forgetting, sitting and remembering, unlike cities--always changing; the air smelling of stories; the poetry of worms.
 
mlslocum replied...
Jun. 29, 2010 at 7:15 pm
I moved to Oregon from Florida 35 years ago- "There's no place like home" - I live in the coast range and when I walk the hills around my house and cross an elk path I cry with joy. Thanks keep writing.
 
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