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
No comments:
Post a Comment