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A Country of Stones

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

It is a country of stones—

All you have to do,
when you walk,
is look down,
and there are
the most interesting stones.

All kinds, colors
and strenghs.

Looking down today
I saw petrified wood.

It is a land
more about itself
and less about humans,
it’s vastness

The animals,
with adept feet,
steal away
where people never see,

a private land,
so much undiscovered.


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