Native

Every tree and flower I see,
I ask if it is native.
Was it here before time?
No, the answer comes
always the same.
India, New Caledonia, Africa
are their ancient homes.
What, then, was here?
The mountain, of course.
Always the mountain.

 

 

About the Poet:
Kimberly Paulk is a writer in Matthews, North Carolina. Her work has appeared in Ground Fresh Thursday Press as well as Charlotte Parent and Mom Writers’ Literary magazines.

 

 

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