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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Of Earth and Mortar




Today, the air is fragrant and alive
each breath a gift as sun reveals her light.
It seems so fitting that I might derive
a vision of myself in living flight.

 Though I can never boast of feathered wings
nor see the earth from high up in the sky
I can, instead, believe as queens and kings -
I am of her and so identify.

 I labor for the deeds of living soul,
my working hands to build the man I am.
From earth and mortar leveled with control
my value far outweighs a tinker's dam.

 A price cannot be placed to show my worth
for every day I breathe upon this earth.


Pamela A. Lamppa 
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