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
15 thoughts on “This Land”
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Thank you for sharing!
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Gorgeous writing, makes me want to put my wellies on and get out into the countryside. A bit far away seeing as I’m in London but your poem brings it to me door!
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Thank you! I’m so glad that you liked it!
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Oh, Penny, the part of me rooted in the Minnesota prairie loves this. This sense of place, of legacy of history, of family.
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Thank you, Audrey. I am a “country soul” at heart. This kind of thing tugs at me.
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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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Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my Dear Friend. ❤
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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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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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Very beautifully versed
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Thank you!
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You are very welcome
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