MINE
September 4, 2014 by separateholy
I claimed it, I owed it; it was mine!
That mountain of ponderosa pine,
That spread of sage and crested-wheat grass
That cluster of boards and nails known as a house
That orchid of fruit I’d call “world class.”
I paid the taxes, held the title
To rolling pastures green to the line
To cattle and horses and sheep so fine
To full-headed, golden, bearded wheat
It belongs to me and you can’t take it away
Uh – What did you say?
You say that another soon will own
These bottom lands my hand has sown?
You say I won’t sell it or give it away
Instead I’ll simply leave it here when I sigh
That final sigh and quickly die
Another! Imagine that!
Another will sit where I’ve sat and look o’er these fields
And claim them his and gripe or brag about their yields
And then like me he also will slip
Beyond the sound of human lip
And, leave as I will, his all behind
His ALL, unless he will the Savior find.
- eab, Sep. ’95
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