behold the land before us
as it lays in anticipation
awaiting my arrival
giving welcome
patchwork fields quilted
a tapestry of colors
shades in green
tanned hues
dark black lines stretching
straight to the horizon
all roads returning
stand at center
hear the earth voice whisper
see the beauty surround
smell the sweetness
feel the wonder
behold our home before us
we are charged to care
protect and defend
we only get one
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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You have the senses alive in this one: sight, sound, smell and I can imagine the sensation of touch as well. Your desire to take the gift and turn it over into our need to act brings it full circle to the soul.
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