Free State? Hah! Now we be clamped upon!
Leave us free– free by the tea rose planted
by the wild blue indigo.
Ah, that’s so much better, the pale pink and scented gold
begging to be plucked and saved in the family bible,
plucked beneath criss-crossed lace of layered mares tails
as the indigo bends and waves.
And the woodcock is so far away,
hiding in the young woods by her favorite log,
the log under the wild rose glowing in the morning mist.
— Ardys Ramberg
The Coop: A Poetry Cooperative 
YES! Lovely and well said.
Thanks, darling. My first poem outing. xo
i am amazed and moved by the clarity and integrity of the voice in this poem. there is an emotional flow that moves the language and the language never balks.