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| Wyoming |
Transplanted
by Patricia Midge Farmer
If I had not come to these high plains,
my heart would have missed
the beat of this love of place,
my guts would have yearned for
some unknown fulfillment,
my mind would have shrunk
to a small civilized size,
and my soul would have tentacles,
searching, always reaching out
for what I found here.
But I am now like the tenacious sage
wide roots forced into
this seldom yielding ground
to make a place for me
to hold on tight
to nurture and be nourished
and, oh this land does feed me.
