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Borders in a Changing Time

By Pat G

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Before the time of mapped out nations people thrived here on this soil. They all shared some common bond, a mix of mind or blood or soul. Degrees and minutes inked in something that these people never knew. Lines and fences, walls and crossings did not fit their point of view. Today this land is ringed by boundaries, drawn upon a current map. States and provinces and countries all line up to hold us back. So... When our statesmen sound dire warnings filling us with unknown dread familiar forms turn into strangers and we choose to hate instead. If we trace our family blood lines we will find a common thread. Quit the pulling and unraveling, we should knit and weave instead. Design a cloth of different colours like a rainbow, bright and bold. At its base there is a treasure - a new friendship to unfold. Broken promises and mem’ries can be mended in our days If we speak a kinder language and lead others to that way. We will be the new explorers searching for a common ground Erasing lines and mapping unions of a kind as yet unfound. Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 03:18 AM PST, Pat Grantt   0 • 9

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