Prompt: Nature
I see a glen with a herd of deer
They graze in peace, and need no clock
The barely stir when a squirrel runs by
or a turkey in a flock.
Whose land this is I scarcely know
though title to it may be mine.
We are but stewards who keep it clear
It belongs to the world divine.
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Last month, The Gal did a 30-day gratitude challenge. I've swiped it to do for July. Only I'm going to try to do it in rhyme, just because.
Very true--whose land is it?
ReplyDeleteI believe the land belongs to all. We're just stewards of patches of it. We care for it as best we can while we're here, and then move on, one way or another.
DeleteThese are so ambitious and so very creative! I must come back and read them again.
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