Our Land
Guilded light
tangers lost in flight
over lavender meadows
whistling like our rooster kettle
Hot...summer days violets grew
where crystal light filters through
picture windows
The wind soughs and whispers slow
stirring gentle leaves
turning gold in late summer's eve
Crystal light paled
I nestled in verdant orchard veil
silent rain nourished verdant plains
Beneath deadgrass and muddy soil
new seeds nourished by snowmelt...unspoiled
Walking across cool beach claysand
gazing at the horizon on OUR LAND
Copyright © Troy Tinsley | Year Posted 2005
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