It is a pair of related poems, and I hear them in my head read aloud in the voice and cadences of that master raconteur, Garrison Keillor... The earth does what it does and always has-- Storm bellowing, Flood rushing, And the reeds bend; Trees sway and sometimes go roots up; The waters wild sweep the land forgetting former banks erasing dams the diligent beaver built. _____________________ The tempest swoops in off the ocean where it trained, charging like a heavyweight out of his corner, Knocks... Sign in to see full entry.