Appalachian Ghazal

I am come from earth
And return to earth.

Blankets of green grasses
Dig into this earth.

Sighing now, I stroll
In hollows of earth,

Never seeming to find
My spot on this earth.

Wandering onward
With creatures of earth,

I watch the aged and the sick
Go back to the earth,

Where dearth is a comfort
That pleases the earth.

Onward I travel
Floating o’er our earth

Until I encounter
A stone in the earth,

One that reads, “Earth
Poet, child of this earth.”

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