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Country Gods
I believe in the power of country gods
in the deep dark of the woods
in coyote howl and gull shriek
the sighing of winter winds
in snow-draped pines
I believe in white-capped waves
on wind-driven waters
the fall of browned oak leaves
and the swoop of swallows
I believe in the delicacy of deer
the lumbering waddle of fat bears
the flitting of chittering chipmunks
I kneel in the nave of nature’s church
dip my hands in the font
of her holy waters
and pray that she will always be
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| Gregg Norman |
Gregg Norman lives and writes in a lakeside cottage in Manitoba, Canada, with his wife and a small dog who runs the joint. His poetry has been placed in journals and literary magazines in Canada, the USA, the UK, Australia, Europe, and India. He is a 2024 Best of the Net nominee.
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