Through the sagebrush Grandfather,
as a child I come to you.
When the earth is once again living,
when it moves and laughs and breathes,
I will walk with you.
Oh Grandfather,
when the earth is once more
more than just a cadaver,
I will commune with you.
I will lay beside the fire
this new living earth shall usher,
usher forth with love,
love and not destruction.
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You're really into the theme of treasuring the earth with these poems. Definitely chapbook material.
ReplyDeletebeautiful thought manifested into skillfully woven words.
ReplyDeletethank you