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Appalachia
Crack me open
Mine me
Refine me
And distill me on down
I am
The big forest
Across the humpback path
Aching in the wind
Full of creaks
Loosely organized
Stand of giant trees
I am
The frog swelling up
Splatting through the water
Tongue hidden
Lumpy clumsy
Roly poly
Fatso
I am the heron
Neck wrenching
Funny legged
Weak gray
Winged birdie
Fly away
Home
I am the ginormous rock formations
Hanging high
Held by tree root
Perching precariously
Crashing rolling
Bolder(s)
Stone mountain
I am the rushing water
Filling the gorge
Appalachian mist
Rising
Tinkling rain
I am song
I am light
I am a moonlit night
Nature’s tresses
Wooded bosom
All creatures’ womb
Appalachia I am.
What a gorgeous ode to the mountains, lg!
ReplyDeleteNice poem and lovely photo.
ReplyDeleteAppalachia is all those things. A nice love song.
ReplyDeleteI love it, it makes me miss those WV spring morning and summer afternoon hikes through the woods I experienced for a few years.
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