Friday, May 6
rooftops and grasslands
wave after wave
on they roll
a multitude of colours
yet all the same
out of sight into the endless landscape of
the praires
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beautiful - maybe
if one likes that sort of thing
or if like elly and essy you were
brought up amongest the endless grass
or if like nigel you were begotten in the city
miles of housetops
out your bedroom window
everymorning
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boring - certainly
to one born and raised
among hills and mointains
trees and waterfalls
alpine meadows and
mountain lakes
stiff climbs
huckleberries hidden away
narrow loggings roads
used as
long sledding hills
for those with a truck to take them back up
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it's homesick i am for the mountains
stuck here in the brown city
far away from orchards
and freezing spring runnoff
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and yet i could learn to love this land
if i was away from the houses
the wind in my face
the endless horizens
three weather systems visable at once
the colours that look the same
suddenly jumping out to declare
their differances
sunrises and sunsets stretched from sky to sky
the donkeys pumping oil
elevators marking half forgotten towns
yes, i could learn to love it here
if i was away from these dang
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houses!
Posted by Cor @
2:22:00 PM
