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Quiet Musings

Two Voices

I've searched my life for beauty

I finally found your shore

and I can make it better

better than before

It's best if we just lay it flat

some things will be no more

ten million years to cover up

some things we'll just ignore

I'll take your whole community

promise lots of stuff

get in close with what's his name

hope no one calls my bluff

Don't listen to your neighbours

just convince some friends

then, when it's all over

I'm sure you'll make amends

For now I'll start the blasting

remove that pesky rock

if you want to make it better

then I suggest we talk

Owls Head never spoke a word

silent all those years

but what was heard was just too much

the silence disappeared

A voice grew from the flora

the fauna showed itself

you have not seen my beauty

you've only seen yourself

My past contains the future

I'm not your goods to pledge

ten million years I cleanse the earth

you want to grind my ledge

My eelgrass beds the finest

life grows from what I've done

of all the things I can support

a golf course is not one

If you can see my beauty

without looking at yourself

I'll simply share it with you

come rest upon my shelf

- Lynda McConnell

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