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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 © | Year Posted 2015

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