‘Sheetrock’ by Sophie Cabot Black
What’s the use of teaching
Young ones how to shape love
With their mouths? Let the elders
Touch their own lips, let them feel
How dry they are.
In a corner of our country not far removed from two of its great cities, there is a low range of mountains, the hoary evidences of ancient volcanic action. Countless years have elapsed since the great tide of molten lava rolled over the region. Years fewer, but still countless, have passed during which the shattered and tilted remnants of the lava sheets have watched over the land.
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What's the use of teaching Young ones how to shape love With their mouths? Let the elders Touch their own lips, let them feel How dry they are.
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