Friday, March 11, 2022

Our Valley

the valley opens us her arms to seasons

like a prostitute opens up her legs to strangers

and receives them as the ground receives

the rain, wind, sleet, and snow and the

occassional tornado that destroys our villages and homes;

we are protected on both our flanks but

vulnerable in the middle where all the trauma takes place

and those of us who live within her protectiveness

scream with delight when the onslaughts have subsided;

everyday we stroll past her rivers and creeks

beside her farm lands and around her lakes

we swim im her waters and eath the food from her land

and we give back by remaining here as long as we can,

we put flowers on the graves of our loved ones and we

forgive not the carpet baggers who have come here to stay,

and pride is in our refusal to live by their rules,

we teach our young how to follow the Golden Rule

unless you or your kind are around then we retreat inside

our mental homes into which you cannot invade

and plan out our strategies for when the seasons change;

the valley opens up her arms but only to those

who can appreciate her charm and her beauty.


4 December 2021


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