National Poetry Day Message Poem by Brenda Davis Harsham

Liz Brownlee ♦ October 6, 2016 ♦ Leave a comment

This is just to say…

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Thank you, Earth

that held tight trees

bent to their knees

in hurricane winds and

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that imprints time itself
on gorges, stone and shelf,

in the language of fossil hieroglyphics.

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Thank you, Stones

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that, in stillness, filter clean

water in openings between

tiny stones and soil

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yet still cup oceans and rivers,
reflect clouds in shining slivers,

and remember dinosaurs and glaciers.

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Thank you, Soil

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that warms bulbs and seeds

of flowers, trees and weeds

through the long, white winter

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and mothers green shoots
gently soothes new roots

with tender hands, black, moist and fragrant.

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© Brenda Davis Harsham