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
Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.
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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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