Not My Thesis

I am from Wisconsin.  I was raised like hymns and American flags.  Grown up tall from farmers’ soil, deep like our abandoned mines.  I am made of the past and hard things.  Time is a consequence.  At night, I still toss and turn like thunder and lightening in Midwestern summer skies.  I am limestone and lead ore.  I am picked over, but pretty in the rain.  I am things you’ve never touched.