Integrity

[fdelano]

Well-fitted stone fence,

natural, rearranged landscape,

tight against foothills and

shoulders of the road.

 

Standing chimneys of ancient

fallen cabins, still waiting

for a cooking fire and

comfort from the cold.

 

Plowed acres in straight rows

following the roll of the land,

ready for grains of corn

saved from last year’s crop.

 

Dammed up stream with

hard-earned, gnawed sticks

forming a watery cave to hold

new-born babes with paddles.

 

Nests in thorn bushes

woven bit by bit with stems

flown quickly, dabbed

with saliva and bits of clay.

 

A firm hand to guide one

wayward child whose awkward

steps cause falls and tears,

even laughter, when all is well.

[dcmarti1]

Standing chimneys of ancient

fallen cabins

 

whose awkward

steps cause falls and tears,

even laughter

 

NICE! Love these two portions.

[Benjamin]

There's a lot going on here that seems to uphold the established, yet embraces the past.. and at the same time celebrates a new season of life. I like the imagery and in particularly how your last stanza completes the circle. G.

[Frank E Gibbard]

Great bits of naturalisms. I sensed beavers fd.

[Tinker]

Hi Frank, This is a pleasant surprise, I usually expect something darker from you. This poem embraces life, old and new. I liked this stroll into nature. It was easy reading, a refreshing treat.

 

~~Tink

[tonyv]

Lovely work, Franklin. The setting and voice are distinctly American.

 

... Plowed acres in straight rows

following the roll of the land,

ready for grains of corn

saved from last year’s crop ...

 

Perhaps this corn, not yet planted, is destined to become bourbon?

 

Tony

[fdelano]

More likely ethanol, but Bourbon would definitely be preferred. Thanks to all who commented. It's great to read how others interpret.