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Hallowed Ground
She lifts her arms to the unbending sky
seeking light, edged out by older trees,
the beech lifts back her head,
swallows the air; crowded out,
her two arms stretch to caress
the clouds, leafed out or bare,
and there she stands, day in, day out,
even though a surplus branch
fell across the path and woodpeckers
feasted at the wound. She holds
for me what I cannot, patience,
unquestioning gratitude, the mouths
of her leaves open, her roots thirsty.
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| Laura Rodley |
Pushcart Prize winner Laura Rodley's latest books are Turn Left at Normal by Big Table Press, Counter Point by Prolific Press, and Ribbons and Moths Poems for Children, winner of the Children's Nonfiction International Book Award and medalist for the Moonbeam Book Award for Children's Poetry.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem. Thank you Laura Rodley for sharing this insightful piece!
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