Archive for August 21st, 2012

place poem: Andover, OH

State routes cutting through fields of home grown generations

lives lived in desolate desperations


pull up to a driveway, to a home, brimming with life

completely contained within this acreage

the woods, a garden with a full year of food, a pond

100 years of fond memories of raising kids, corn, horses, birds, bees

trees grown and felled and turned into a barn and house and fire


and a town square, usually empty, but on thursday nights and some saturdays

the homes release their owners into the restaurants and community fare

sharing stories and catching up on those no longer there

gone off to school or war or a career

likely one day to return to repair

broken hearts and spirits

as only a self reliant existence can

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