I placed a jar in Calgary <br /> And round it was, upon a hill. <br /> It made the slovenly wilderness <br /> Surround that hill. <br /> <br /> The wilderness rose up to it, <br /> And sprawled around, no longer wild. <br /> The jar was round upon the ground <br /> And tall and of a port in air. <br /> <br /> It took dominion everywhere. <br /> The jar was gray and bare. <br /> It did not give of bird or bush, <br /> Like nothing else in Calgary<br /><br />cassey wolsh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-jar-2/
