The Lines In March

Written March, 2009
Author: Parrish Ravelli
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There are lines in March
But we still wander.

There are highways
For those who are looking for distance.

Roads
For those looking for a home.

On Highway 41 there are fields
where furrows have been dug

That run into tree lines
That run into tomorrow.

Some fields are cleared
With seeds that have been planted.

On others, there is still the stubble
From last years corn crop

Standing straight with honor, pride
As a veteran infantry

Knowing what they have given
Their life for.

The rows of dogwoods on my street
are filling out.

I can no longer trace
The lines between the branches

That now, run into new buds
That run into tomorrow.

There are lines that are unseen even,
And there is a yield to be had.

Though we may not have seen
This years last frost.

In my mind I know, though we wander
We are not lost.