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Come roam through the countryside
With me, just for a little while,
To where the copper grass grows.
Sit under my trees, under my branches
As I look down on you
And rustle in the playful wind.
Look out through the wide empty
Eyes of the roadside watchers with
Hair of tin and faces of faded red paint.
Travel with the gray field mouse
Searching for bits of harvest grain
Left behind on my earthen floors.
See my fragrant fireworks
In the wild fields of pollen and petals and
Honey makers glad that spring has come.
Cool your bare feet in my willow pond
Where the frogs sing at dusk and I
Look up at you through a mirror framed with
reeds.
Walk past ghost fences on a gold dust path
To the orchards where the nymphs
Are laden with the colors of sweet apples.
Sit beside me on the hill
Where the tire swing sways to reach the
oak’s leafy fingers
And beyond to a sky filled with buttery
clouds.
With me as your guide
Come roam through my countryside
Just for a little while
To where the copper grass grows.
Elizabeth Perry is a twelfth-grade
student at Park Hill High School. |
