VERSES FROM BENEATH GRANITE LEDGES Over time and thru eons of maturation I hear voices talking softly in the pines Near riotous brooks or in vacuous fields Where the earth’s thoughts branch out Though beneath Maine’s granite ledges On hillsides crossed by vast rock tablets I’m able to hear choruses of past voices Existing in a naturally colorful tapestry Ancient Maine voices within stone ledges Grieving the earth’s ascending silent state Of love given freely to objects of no value And soil’s healing energy left untouched Those salient voices mingling in my head Sifting thru beliefs, judgments and actions These words from beneath granite ledges That gives stability and worth to my verse L E Barrett amazon/-/e/B00H8AZONS, https://facebook/pages/LE-Barrett/102398173284538?ref=hl, amazon/Kindle-eBooks/b?ie=UTF8&node=154606011
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