Remnants: ‘and in the end, the love you make is equal to the love you take’ – beatles

it was the remnants of a field of corn
now overtaken with young saplings

making a name for themselves
in these woods of woods,

and the maize long forgotten
seemed to haunt the winding creek,

who crept along the sudden turns
in grace, a place of questions granted

and where there are no answers
sometimes is a home

where barren field and waterstream
might bring the bliss of uncertainty


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  1. Pingback: A Trip to Camp, or Surveying the Remnants of Eubanks Bank | saunterings

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