Tree roots riding rail-road tracks,

where rivers ran and reeled.


Near wakes of war-stained waters,

where the moonlight blazed em' steel.


In parting ways, of praying maize,

in fields of mighty muskin'.


In daylight came, to it's own shame,

the rushin' river crossing.

This poem is about: 
My country
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