Bric-a-brac planks and posts <br />of wilting fences <br />guard the gnarled sage <br />and cheat grass from the <br />wild countryside. <br />Terse boulders <br />tatter the tired hills <br />as blue shadows <br />an blue waters <br />melt into the <br />golden slopes <br />of basalt.<br /><br />Colin Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-land/
