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In Deer Country

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  • Pat Scala
    Part leaf, part shade, They stand beside the road, And we are foreign. Out there At the edge of the clearing, Some drift into the sun, Faces lowered to crop
    Message 1 of 1 , Jul 13, 2006
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      Part leaf, part shade,

      They stand beside the road,

      And we are foreign. Out there

      At the edge of the clearing,

      Some drift into the sun,

      Faces lowered to crop clover,

      Backs flecked with light.



      In deer country, they live

      In their own time; even running,

      Their limbs flow softly into grass,

      Their bodies weave like water.

      They are the old way

      Of moving on the Earth.



      PENNY HARTER







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