rows of evergreens lining the farm yards
fenceposts rising and falling over the hills
telephone posts disappearing into the horizon
parallel tracks of steel
fading gold rows of last year's grain fields
but the river
meanders in and out of view
traveling through the valley it carved out for itself
in no hurry
to determine it's path
bushes and trees
tumble over the hills in dark veins
following the gathering rain as it tumbles out of the sky,
the wind-tousled tangle of grasses
give way to a fox and his tail
the horizon... stretching from sunrise to sunset
crooked line where land meets sky
interupted by poplar stands and house tops
blinking towers and river valleys
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