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North Country Spring
I was still a girl
when I lived here
in that different time,
another place
with its dairy meadow grandeur,
its bare open skies.
I fell in love
with that lad-like land,
windswept, disheveled,
tossing me nosegays with a jaunty laugh,
holding me to him,
my cheek against the loose homespun
of alluring space and almost daunting possibility.