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Across America

Across America  (In Tercets)

The silo stood silent and serene
its deep blue shine mirrored sun’s glow
on this bright day.
		
The barn spread wings to either side
yet who designed this idyllic scene
I cannot say.

The house sat high atop the rise
to cast its eyes on all who breathed
in peace below.

Its presence seemed to echo peace. 
Who bequeathed this treasured dream
I think I know.

Yet ere the world beheld such ease
this earth lay wild in untamed wind
and savage stream.

Beasts who roamed this virgin land
warmed native ones’ spindled huts				
within their dream.

If cows who lie in comfort now
and rest in peaceful shade to dream
chewing their cud

could comprehend the farmer’s yen
for treasured ease he leaves to them
I know they would.

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Carol Eastman

Date: 6/16/2016 10:22:00 AM

Beautifully written. It touches me.

Cona Adams
Date: 6/16/2016 10:46:00 AM

Thanks loads, Carol. We passed that farm recently while traveling south on highway 67. Such an idyllic scene! And, how convenient that we may view such inspiring beauty. Blessings!

John Fleming

Date: 5/31/2016 1:43:00 PM

I have not seen anything of you of late, Cona...So I decided to call round and pay you my respects. I hope everything is well with you and you are both healthy and happy. May I just say...What a beautiful poem! Reminds me so very much of the great and immortal Robert Frost. My very best regards, Cona...And warmest wishes. :) john P.s A Seven!

Cona Adams
Date: 6/16/2016 10:52:00 AM

Thank you, John. I have been extremely busy, writing a book. I sent it off this morning to Harvey Stanbrough in Arizona for copy-editing work. He is the best! It is a memoir, titled "Sharecropper's Daughter," and is near 50,000 words. And, yes, Robert Frost is my all-time favorite poet. I could do worse than imitate him. All the best, and thanks for the visit.

Cona Adams
Date: 6/16/2016 10:47:00 AM