Earth Beneath
Sat in the slit
The parting
bark of a tree
With leaves
brushing, bashing and flailing
Like the brash stroke
Of a paddle
Benched beside
tight in the saddle
Him, me and thee
For you see
The swaying crinkled sea
Which surrounds us
As thee eyes
that be
Follow your soul
Every step that you take
On earth
A guide
on mankinds turf
On earth you speak
Of ours we seldom
Seek
Does thou earth
Beneath
Belong to us?
the way we speak
For our past
Is not our present
does not our future
Look quite bleak
written by Sarah Linklater
Copyright © Sarah Linklater | Year Posted 2015
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