Trees were here
The low scrubs too
bamboo and kudzu filled the ground
where never grass was found
the ages claimed the years obscured
the land hidden in the dirty woods
the birds still fly and the crows still roost
in the trees that grew too tall
around us
but the dirt and discarded
trash of the past are gone
replaced by new growth and sun
the cobwebs have been swept away
to make room for the new
nothing remains as it once was on that hillside
and that will change too
with the fist appearance of summer’s dew
but as it stands
fresh
clean
new
will all change
but for now
I will revel in the feel
of the late august grass
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