I was thinkÂing about Winchester and its surÂroundÂing counÂty. I was thinkÂing about the places we live and how we get so caught up in the strugÂgles of livÂing that we forÂget to be aware of the beauÂty and mysÂterÂies around us and how our own lives can add to the beauÂty of that place.
Know Your Place
When was the last time you took time
to watch a sunÂset melt like butÂter
over the hills of your home?
At the place where Oak and Hawthorn meet,
At a creek named by the Shawnees,
By the deer trails and bufÂfaÂlo trace,
By the slate-edged dens of copÂperÂhead snakes,
is a moment moved beyond meaÂsure,
where time and sitÂuÂaÂtion find closure.
When was the last time you took time
to kick a pebÂble down the road,
lay bets on the chance of its roll.
Do not think you will find a place betÂter.
Do not think death will earn your resolve.
What the earth gives forth, it always swalÂlows.
This is the place you melt like butter.
