Planeswalker Poem by Michael Koelliker

O’er the flat sloping land
Sculpting and crafting by hand
From the Cumberland to the Lookout
Following the hardwood and pasture route

Forming lying valleys and emerald farms
Drifting o’er the scapes spreading my charms
Gazing o’er the beauteous plain
Before my hand; the land lay so plain

Now my heart beats with an artisan’s passion
“For a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”
And this rose’s name is Georgia.

(8/20/2007)