A Man’s Betrothal

The roots of a man
Are found in the Earth

For he toils atop her surface
From whence his portion sprouts

His stave is a companion
Within the wintry woods

The Stalwart turf abroad
It bears his gait

A river runs
And her current is steady
She has carried herself
Through the very bones of the land

And the stave’s companion looks on
To the bosom of his livelihood
A vanguard of forest
Fringed on the crown of an ancient bluff


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