National Poetry Month Day Thirteen

word group: land--heartland--music--heart

In the heartland
     wind plays music
          through wheat fields.

Crows explode
     into summer sky
          too blue to look at
          with bare eyes.

But if I close my eyes
     and let the music fill me
          allow the wind to kiss my skin
like fingers on a harp strings.

This land beneath my feet
     becomes my soul
          and my heart is free.

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