stone marker stabbed into earth
nail cross hammered north to south draws
the boundary once cared for by neighbor’s
need to see where ones property ends another begins
adopted by the city as reference for roads
how many like these are in my mind, metal pierced
monuments to touch, places to visit before
I go to dream crossing lines
drawn in sand
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*Photo: English country side from http://fingerpostsigns.webs.com/
shannon p. laws 
Excellent! Love the shape of your poem and the sentiment. Where is this?
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English countryside. Thank you Susanissima!
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