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The land Coyote loves has been populated by strong, God-fearing farm folk who challenge the land every day.
Twisters tearing houses and trees
from deep-sunken roots.
Pool balls of ice bouncing on green felt
wheat and corn fields.
Rains turn roads to rubber cement,
tires, shoes, souls, mired.
Stands The Church,
plain and unadorned witness to
birth and death,
love and marriage,
tragedy and joy,
folly and fortune,
full years and lean,
miles visible across flat prairie,
an unchanging symbol of people
in denial of nature...the land.
Nature will triumph.
The land will win.
© William Davis 1997
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