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Nature of Me

I am no angel.

My feet are caked with dirt,

my thoughts like tainted snow,

my halo is askew

where my antlers want to grow.

That is the nature of me.

I am atoms and moondust

and laughter and tears,

sand, mud, and blood,

lightning, drought, and fears.

I am a force of nature.

With these freckles and wrinkles

and creaks, groans, and flaws

and magic and desires,

teeth, sneers, and claws;

with my history

and perspectives—

dogmas and views—

I swing from one tree branch

into another mood.

I am a freak of nature.

I am no angel,

just as nature meant for me.

My spirit outlined clearly

in impressions that I leave

as I step and I dance

and I spin and I sprawl,

as I write and I sing

and I stretch and I fall.

I am moss and the earth,

part root and part cone,

wings and some fur

and tendons and bone.

Though I know I'm no angel

I make snow-white wings

to soar my wild mind

where nature still sings.

That is the nature of me.

— © Heather McElwain 2016

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7 Women We Salute This Memorial Day

This Memorial Day, we’re paying special tribute to the history of women who have served this country. Women have played a part in every war

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