crash
against
rocks sending
up spray
tiny
droplets rise and fall
just in
time for next
upsurge
wondering
what can
survive here
battering rhythm beating time
against a country new and old
rugged and weathered
song sung
by
boisterous
baritone rocker
beats
against our rocky souls
even though
we are
flat
sea-less
prairie
for this is
our shanty too
as they
adopt us into the
fold
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