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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Shannon Laws is a Pacific Northwest poet. Her story-telling poetry has touched many hearts and minds. She is the author of four poetry books, the most recent “Fallen” published by Independent Writer’s Studio Press. Shannon has received two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Community Champion Award for promoting local artists on community radio and encouraging peace and understanding through community poetry events. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA.
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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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