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INVOCATION: CALL IT HOME ​

Celebrate Water, Land, Writing and Art


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Beautifully designed by Stephanie Motz,
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the 
INVOCATION poster is moving  out across Wisconsin!  

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Help me make INVOCATION into public art. ​

Support this 11 x 17 inch poem poster.
​Frame it for your wall or place it out in your neighborhood.

And then help spread more art!

-Choose a phrase or an image that sings to you

-Use it as inspiration for art / writing

** Post it in public **


                                                                                                                   
* Why? Because what we celebrate, we protect *
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Donations are welcome.
​Contact me for posters and interactive presentations.


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Here is the text of the poem:

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    INVOCATION: CALL IT HOME

    To this place,   
    Wisconsin, the gathering of waters,
    we bind ourselves, call it home.

 
     Through seasons droughty and wild we marvel
     at our inability to tame weathers
     or waters. We cannot leave the river. When she roars
     we call her fickle, follow her trail of flotsam
     just the same as stumping behind
     a maladjusted baler flinging hay
     beyond the rick: we pick up what's tossed
     only to come back and try again.
 
     Like caddis fly larvae in spring creeks, cobbling homes
     of gravel and spit, hunkering in cold and wet, we wait
     for that ripe glorious May afternoon – to soar.
 
     We are does listening for danger, watching
     for the swing of the antlers that lift
     and set us in flight.
 
     Coyotes howl at the edges, hungry
     for spoils we won't share:
     our caches of dried morels, flagons of maple syrup.
     Ours is a king's lair.
 
     We call this land home because we are here.
 
     We wish for nothing more
     than pie in summer,
     peenting woodcocks in spring, spiraling
     over fields where turkeys fan,
     gravy in fall,
     wood-fired winters.
 
     We too, smell the changes seasons bring and still, we stay.

   Therefore,
     let us bless these streams with rod and creel;
     these fields with trowel and seed. Fill
     our bellies with berry and cream and brim
     our hearts full.
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