A land is not forgotten <br />That is born from earth <br />And with life feet's trotten’ <br />Of every time's worth <br /> <br />The metaphors of playing <br />In roots of dream revive <br />Though nothing is staying <br />That’s of growing live <br /> <br />The supplication’s finding <br />In twilight’s final meeting <br />And stone to stone minding <br />There from past its reading <br /> <br />The twinkling of each fading <br />In mirror glass water glow <br />Through wearing cascading <br />In time that comes slow <br /> <br />This kingdom’s walking alone <br />In boondocks crossing land <br />With every meeting stone <br />Life’s thought can understand <br /> <br />A glow with its tenderness <br />Lips of ocean’s salty kiss <br />Narrow through slenderness <br />Of every reflection reminisce<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-from-earth-from-the-complete-collected-poems-of-strains/
