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The Black Land Farm
A quiet whisper from the past,
I knew at once the die was cast.
The Black Land Farm had summoned me.
like the fool I am, I went back to see;
I walked down the trails of the past.
Trampled through the meadow grass.
Remembering the beauty of the place,
Where I lived with style, and grace.
When I reached the site, reality broke the spell,
Found pile of limestone, that used to be a well,
There's a vacant empty lot, outlined in the loam,
this burnt out phantom, once had been my home.
Now deer slip in at dusk, to feed
Upon the lawn.
Through the night they stay,
depart before the dawn.
The valley where the horses grazed,
has beech trees in her lap
Sugar maple on the hill,
Forlorn, and left untapped.
The beaver have returned, to dam
and flood the pond.
Brook trout weave through rapids
on their way to spawn.
Unveiled this way, it is apparent to me
Black land is free, as it was intended to be.
Unadorned by man 's harsh caress,
Wilderness restored, Black Land's success.
Kay lee Kelly
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