Weekly Response #10: Earth Poem

Earth Day took place this month. This week, find a nature poem. Copy and paste the text of the poem, along with the title and author as done below. Then, underneath, create your own nature poem, borrowing, if necessary, from some of the imagery, poetic devices, or ideas from the poem you chose. The poem does not need to be on the same subject, but it can be.

The Sandhills  by Linda Hogan

The language of cranes
we once were told
is the wind. The wind
is their method,
their current, the translated story
of life they write across the sky.
Millions of years
they have blown here
on ancestral longing,
their wings of wide arrival,
necks long, legs stretched out
above strands of earth
where they arrive
with the shine of water,
stories, interminable
language of exchanges
descended from the sky
and then they stand,
earth made only of crane
from bank to bank of the river
as far as you can see
the ancient story made new.
The Dunes by Craig Ketchum
Like silk so soft underfoot
Stretching interminable to the horizon
They shift but never disappear.
What secrets are buried beneath these grains
What volume of  volumes of stories lie
Covered,
Undiscovered.
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