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10/12/10
Our Hearts' Land
This long-overdue Sunday, we drive an easterly stretch, Following I-70 nearly four hours away from St. Louis, Arrive eight miles outside time-defying Greencastle, Indiana, At a thirty-six-acre mosaic of buildings and hay pastures, Just in time to find our slower souls again, Alive, thriving, revivified, Amidst fields of recently gathered corn and soybean silence.
We've traveled this prodigious distance, into the heartland, To discover the healing secret Small-town America keeps neatly concealed, in its farms, On its gravel backroads, in its four-block-long downtowns Surrounding its august county courthouses, Remind ourselves that unhurried rhythms can quicken the spirit, That food picked from a garden tastes like freedom.
Soon, we'll be back home, in the city's fast-track rataplan, Dreaming of those fields emptied of their troves, Hoping that when we awaken, on autumn's morrow, We'll know more about each other's natural patterns, About how to seed our love, Watch it grow earthward, skyward, inward, foreverward, And harvest its bounty, season after sustaining season.
10/12/10
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