Simply, Reed

 

A little adobe
was born from the earth
and lives near the river
that runs by the cliffs
that are covered with trees
that shelter the creatures
that sing to the heavens
that are filled with stars
that light up the sky
that shine down on the rocks
that line the adobe
that lives near the river
that runs by the cliffs
and all who know her
are blessed

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Tagged poetry, Shelli Carlisle