"Yet Familiar"

Fields of cotton extend for miles, interrupted only by patches of corn.
For a time, they are all the eye can see.
Our path continues, and we follow along it,
Passing, all the while, places that seem strange...yet familiar...

Along the path, further down, is a heavenly body on Earth.
A stranger to her name? There is not one in this land.
In her kindness, life seems to burst forth from her!
Yet, in her fury, an army could be decimated in a moment...

Cotton is cotton, and water is water, no matter the place,
Whether it be my home or her neighboring sisters.
At first, her sisters land seems so strange and foreign,
Yet, her warm, humid breath suggests quite the opposite...

I turn my gaze to the horizon. Ah! I see her! Quickly, we approach.
In my home, she has a sister, only half as majestic as she, however.
Her size! O how Big she is! How aptly she be called Muddy!
As she fades, a new feeling passes over me, a familiar one...yet it is also strange...

Upon this side of her is yet another sister land.
Here, the squirrels frolic and play. I think, Just like home.
And the birds! They sing just as sweetly and as beautifully as those of my home.
In an instant I realize she is the same as her previous sister: strange...yet familiar...

Cotton fields extend along the path to here.
Cotton is cotton, and, because of the lack thereof, I turn my gaze upon this side of her.
All the while, I am mystified by these lands so different from my own.
Yet, I cannot help but think that they are somehow...familiar...


Drew Whisenant
12 July 2006