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This Land

This dirt

fragments
of the ancients 

The fathers
& brothers
turning its weathered
surface
to glean
nourishment
hidden within 

Planting
seeds and praying
for rain  

The inheritance  

only tears

soaking into
the land

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Author:

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

15 thoughts on “This Land

  1. Such a deep and emotional poem. I really love it. It reminds of a phrase I once used in one of my poems “And all this feels more like whimper”. Great work, keep on writing ❤

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  2. Wow! I really loved this, Penny!! Photo is really amazing!
    Really loved your ending lines:
    Planting
    seeds and praying
    for rain

    The inheritance

    only tears

    soaking into
    the land

    xoxox
    😘💕🌹😁

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