A Country Girl

She was in the strands of grass
long before she ever knew
how it felt to lay in them
so long as to be fragranced so.

And she was a ripple on the pond
before a fish came up to surface
she was the glow that glinted forth
within the earliest morning light.

She was afire in the sun
that shone upon the land,
she already knew where she came from
before she reached out her sturdy hand.

A country side to fill her eyes
by every measure made her wise
in time, unlearning what could never be;
that in her mind, she could always be free.

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