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ODE TO THE OLD ABODE

Those fields where I used to play
the half-green gully, bleeding
rocks and clay
Above that muddy beaver dam

Stretched from the edge of the forest's ridge
a former tree, now fallen log
is nature's bridge
below our house upon the hill

The barn that used to stand in the field
supported by the crust of earth
yet another fruitful memory peeled
above that muddy beaver dam

I'd gaze outside from the window
near our inside totem pole
and see the beaver dam below,
below our house upon the hill

Since then I've been more closer to town
but sometimes I imagine
that I'm still looking down
from above that muddy beaver dam



+   I wrote this for a poetry contest.  It went to the final stage, but I
didn't want to spend a lot of money and stuff (i.e. bio, writer info, and
all that crap to get it published).  I'm sure they wouldn't pick a poem without
that stuff.  This is about a house I used to live in near Misery Bay in Toivola.
The line "Since then I've been more closer to town" is kinda funny.  When I'm
not at college, I live a few miles up the road from the old house.  Still in
the woods.
-Winn

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