Sample Poem

Listen to the poem here:

Future Home of the Mammoth Mega Church

This land has been a working farm
for as long as I can remember.
Come late fall, the song of frogs
and their, Hurry!  Hurry!
The end is near:  find a place
to huddle down and pray.
A fox runs over the surveyed
ground.  Blessed are the meek
for they shall inherit the Earth.
Blessed is the carpenter bee,
the caterpillar and the serpent.
Blessed are those with horns:
cattle, deer, the numbered
buffalo (hallowed be thy name).
Blessed are the pitchforks
that lift up the hay.
Blessed the trees now marked
with X’s.  Body of Christ, full
of grace:  cowslip and May
apple.  Gone the wake-robin,
Indian pipe, ginseng and wood
violet.  All turned to dust
and for this:
a church filled with hymnals
from which we will mouth
the words. 
Listen, the sound of wings:  geese flying south.
      (First published by Tipton Poetry Journal)
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