Ancient continental spine with eastern sisters
Rising from the Green Mountains
To the smoother Ouachitas.
Her land deep rutted, hollows
Carved by millennial glacial ice
Cut deep, retreating from steep ridges,
Eagles nest aeries perched
Above ageless streams and rivers.
She is my home. Not born but adopted
Child of hard scrabble rockfilled ridges
And deep green spring cooled hollows.
I have felt her heartbeat
From the instant my foot touched
Her hard soil
And my eyes saw
A color not known until that day –
Of her October sky.
I was beckoned as if I knew her
And my soul was drawn to my promise land.
She is my home, ancient and new,
From her craggy breast and sassafras woods
She calls me
**** This is the first of three poems- variations on the theme of ‘Home’. I have only posted this poem to the dVerse prompt, but welcome you to read the others if you wish.