As I walked the field, behind my house
I saw it yesterday
Great swellings, from the earth below
Where tiny mice had played
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Peeked and reared their little heads
Twasn’t squeaks, I heard that day
More like roaring lions cries
Voiced past all reasons way
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A great big sign, upon the land
Fed mounts, with lifted lung
Then fell and crumbled up
From where, they once had hung
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All the buffers, quelled expanse
Along the throats canals
Dissipating pockets closed
For higher rational
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Humbled by a void of care
Wisdom whispered clear
A belly full, from long ago
Much ado, of nothing there
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Swellings from the earth below
Within our hearts, we bear
In quietness, we then, are built
God’s loving earthenware
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Kelly Sampson Griswold