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Oh thread my spirit along the road
By dew-dipped grass and lowly toad, Where horses peer and Angus plot
In hay framed tapestries and goldenrod. Set me down on a gravel-gray snake, A pebbled path of purity’s make, Garnered with grain, soybean and corn, Kernels of being, the country adorn.
Sing out the meadowlark in sunrise tones,
By the ditch, the cattail owns,
Where brandished like sparks, the redwing sings on misty mornings above lily pad dreams.
The land’s fragrance, like mincemeat pie
In pheasant dressing, captures the eye.
The rustic wonders - piled so high
By fields of rainbows in autumn’s dye.

Notes: Joanna Rench Richard Mequish VA Medical CenterDanvil/e, IL