Here I stand,
Sole owner of a small acreage,
And a charming bipolar house,
But the city will fast breach its borders.
Upon the warm soft ground
The giving earth breaks the spring.

Those I brought with me
Here and at my invitation,
Plant their shoes into the birthing land
That will be their own,
And I pull on my boots and dream of walking,
And better still of dancing.

Copyright 2019. L.L. Shelton.