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Cecil County Maryland

Cecil County Maryland

(Land that doth marry mother lode
of sublime earthen land and sea).
Age of exploration
ushered cruel fate
against “red” men living
in bliss by agents

patch of eden north
o Mason Dixon line
latitude: 39.64839
longitude: -75.95591 alee

perchance designed
by divine providence
with dyslexic humorous bents
Cecil county Maryland

lies like plump backward letter “e”
witnessed topographic erosion
pocked imprimatur marked
meteorological dents

thru inundation of
oceanographic propensities
melding coastline like Galilee
in particular by Chesapeake Bay,

that body of water
abutting like natural fence
first witnessed by captain
John Smith in 1608

mistaking himself tong tied
in sole of Italy
learned faux pas, when crossing paths
with Susquehannas hence,

offered tobacco sticks to natives
while recovering
from injured wounded knee
said other sundry tribes curiously eyed
then (I utilized poetic license)

took smoke from packet of Kents
which twist on actual
historical facts manipulated by me
but more truthful account awash
and replete with more

than interspersed nonsense
and incorporates tract situated
in so called Fertile Crescent – see
settled by Europeans of English stock,

who emigrated with nary a pence
“taming” shrew like “noble savages”
plied Leviathan sized ukuleles
whose might exploited for felling forests,
which timber built cabins with vents.

 

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