Home thoughts from abroad

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    Home thoughts from abroad
    From my high ridgeline house
    I own
    Everything I can see
    Except my home

    We all make landfall somewhere I suppose
    Seeking for signs that chance has blown in
    A leaf, a land bird lost to sea

    Crippled and drunk
    I sometimes stalk my land
    Looking for deer sign
    Or else something passing through
    From one boundary line to another.

    Someday I too will pass
    From one boundary line to another
    And as I go I pray
    I will discover
    What tracks she made
    Dancing on too soft ground

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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