My Land Poem by Colin Pickett
My Land
Bric-a-brac planks and posts
of wilting fences
guard the gnarled sage
and cheat grass from the
wild countryside.
Terse boulders
tatter the tired hills
as blue shadows
an blue waters
melt into the
golden slopes
of basalt.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
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