Portrait of Landscape


feet do not take me
to the fields of my youth,
the land to which I was born

memories carry me
to the rich, black earth
permeable to seedlings

of fresh produce, flowers and serenity

yet startling images,
full of anguish, also
remain frozen in time

flames engulfed
buildings, equipment,
shocks of corn — changing

the landscape of home forever

P. Wanken

Written for The Sunday Whirl #41, to include the words born, feet, earth, serenity, flame, anguish, shocks, field, fresh, frozen, startles, and permeable; and Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryouts, to write a “sense of place” poem.