Where You Were Born In Indiana


South of the once beech flats
Now glacier tilled corn and beans

East of the ancient swamps, prehistoric, sun-packed and
Now opened and turned over to fuel the fires and hum the live wires

West of the purest seashell coral laid down
Now stacked in sky-scraping monument and pointing heavenward posed as the new Olympus

North of the bluff-cut old river knobs where chestnut once grew
Now dry with black oak and brier

Here in the hills where you were born
These smooth, rolling hills where you were born in Indiana


Previously published in
A Swineherd’s Journal

Art by T.C. Steele


2 thoughts on “Where You Were Born In Indiana”

  1. Reminds me of the Aboriginal songlines but more of a lament than an origin myth. Either way…I’m convinced we should ask more often…”So, how’s it been for you”? Solid one Chris…

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