{"id":56272,"date":"2019-06-23T03:57:26","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T07:57:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56272"},"modified":"2019-06-23T03:57:26","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T07:57:26","slug":"never-lost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/never-lost\/","title":{"rendered":"Never Lost"},"content":{"rendered":"

If blue bonnets I happen to see<\/span><\/p>\n

or armadillos, lizards in trees<\/span><\/p>\n

and country music moves the knees<\/span><\/p>\n

I know in Texas I must be.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And now upon a triangular tower<\/span><\/p>\n

surrounded by art for the eyes to devour<\/span><\/p>\n

and mourning our lady – blackened, dour<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m in France\u2019s Paris flower.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then, I spy an old cracked bell<\/span><\/p>\n

the place of independence, as well<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d in Philly\u2019s brotherly love dwell.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

North a bit, and there\u2019s a rock<\/span><\/p>\n

it\u2019s smaller now with time\u2019s tick tock<\/span><\/p>\n

the seafood\u2019s great, and Fenway\u2019s grand<\/span><\/p>\n

when e\u2019er I visit Boston\u2019s land. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Out west, looking down afar<\/span><\/p>\n

the rivers cut rock walls under stars<\/span><\/p>\n

below the donkeys carefully ride<\/span><\/p>\n

thru Colorado\u2019s Canyon and survive.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

South now, and the Cajuns speak,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cwho dat?\u201d is what the sports fans tweet<\/span><\/p>\n

beignets and frog legs are cuisine<\/span><\/p>\n

and brightly-shining Mardi Gras beads<\/span><\/p>\n

New Orleans is this flashy scene.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

East again, and all I see<\/span><\/p>\n

are vegetables, corn, carrots, peas<\/span><\/p>\n

one gambler\u2019s famous city be<\/span><\/p>\n

Surely I\u2019m home, in New Jersey.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Where e\u2019er I go, the land tells me<\/span><\/p>\n

any place I happen to be<\/span><\/p>\n

from Florida below to Paris above<\/span><\/p>\n

not lost, but found in the lands I love.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

-Sandra Johnson, 6\/22\/19<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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