on the land where i was born
was nourishment for the soul of a boy.
streams of vastness and life to
creepers and swimmers and slow-pool
mystique of morels, flight of dragons,
blackberry brambles, gnarls of roots.
a land of poetry indecipherable,
felt but not seen, unknown yet known.
hoot of owl, scream of captured rabbit,
milkweed mating-ground of dancing
bones of cow, beckoning ponds,
skating on ice like the wind.
how much these eyes did see there,
what truths did this heart absorb?
apple blossom fragrance, bleat of lamb,
sorrow of dog and car on the road,
love of mother, toil of father
laughter of brothers and sisters.
i go no more
to the land where i was born.