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Hallowed Ground
Don Hynes
July 30k 2016
In morning light with wind on the sea
you wouldn’t think of all the earth holds buried,
the unremembered dreams and ambitions past.
Bones of warriors in ships of steel,
tusks of elephants, claws of tigers,
all the sharp points of advance
dulled by years passing
in the great cemetery of earth.
Over the graveyard Time walks
hearing the cries of the forgotten,
scattering seed on the hallowed ground
to rise from the dust and ashes
and flower with impossible color
in the somber gardens of death.
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