Poetic Imagery in Nature

Dirt road heavy on the soles of my work boots

Tracing out the veins where the black water shoots

Copperhead lullaby singing in the tall weeds

I'm planting all the secrets where the soft mud bleeds

Iron in the soil, rust on the latch

Ain't no escaping what the gray willows catch

Shadows grow long, teeth sharper than the briar

I'm holding on to sins like a coal from the fire

Like a coal from the fire

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