Poa Tree Poems
Boundaries
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This is my country. The well defined border Separates us from them. Yes, I know there are some places Where the lines are not clear. But that's there, not here. This is my property. The surveyor has decided Exactly which is my land And which is my neighbor's. You cannot trespass. This is my mind. Only I know the edges. And even then, sometimes it is hard To know what are truly MY thoughts And which have spilled over From the minds of others. Without the laws of Newton And the verses of Shakespeare And the wisdom of my parents, What would I be thinking?