Roots
by sloanranger
I come from a land of leaves
and trees
and sidewalks buckling because
of these ...
a land of meadows and buzzing bees,
grasses climbing
up to our knees ...
of summer twilights,
and bugs that light,
brightly blinking in the night.
I come from the sweet and sweat
of honey-suckled streets,
of screen doors slapping
and adults sipping
sweet ice-tea
slowly ...
on the front porch swing.
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Green Green World
PoetryThese are poems about the green things I love: trees, lakes, rivers, meadows, oceans, and the like - the beauty of the natural world and environment.