And The Keeper Poem by August W. Landing

And The Keeper



</>In the middle of my garden,

grows my wilting heart.

Stormed by hail;
shook by
wind;
cracked to debrils by
the sun.

If it dies as it shall-

it will be for lack of YOU.

Silence echos in my field,

gloom rerenders soil unsuit,

you were the nutrients of
my land,
and the keeper
too.

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