Border

the north side of town has less money and darker skins
So those from the south didn’t go there much, but 
For her I would cross those tracks that served as a border

There was a farmhouse in Iowa where the young widow
Would open her house in hope that He would come,
But could she see beyond her hope that Jesus was her boarder

Across valleys and mountains, two hundred feet wide
For a thousand miles, trees mowed down, straight, narrow
Imaginary mapline becomes bulldozed border

Stop, you’ve gone too far.  You must have your papers
All in order and approved by the state.  The eagle
Flies above the checkpoint, sans border.

We come to play with separateness and division 
Then stake claim, talk of fences
And fight wars over arbitrary borders

Flowing down from mountains, bringing
Life giving water to both banks
The rivers bear the burdens of our borders

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For my friends at dVerse and imaginary garden

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39 thoughts on “Border

  1. It is sad that so called progress has widened the divisions in society, and in a wider sense, that of nations.
    Regrettably we never learn and in our quest for more to be ‘ours’ and this to somehow define who we are and what we own, we are stepping backwards…
    “But could she see beyond her hope that Jesus was her boarder” – clever line!
    Anna :o]

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  2. I like the way you explore the word ‘border’ and the different kinds of borders, Eric. I especially like the stanza:
    ‘Across valleys and mountains, two hundred feet wide
    For a thousand miles, trees mowed down, straight, narrow
    Imaginary mapline becomes bulldozed border’
    and that killer final line:
    ‘The rivers bear the burdens of our borders’.

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