From, Cross Creek.... Poem by Rebecca Navarre

These words below are not mine! .. Obviously! :)
But they still belong to the world, and are fading
away, as is knowledge of Marjorie K Rawlings. So,
below this line is one of my favorite passages of hers.....

The earth may be borrowed, not bought, may
be used, not owned. It gives itself in response to
love and tenderness, offers it's seasonal flowering
and fruiting. Cross creek belongs to the wind and
the rain, to the sun and seasons, to the cosmic
secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time.



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