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by measuresup at 7/27/2009 6:34:59 PM
STONES
“Over here”, he yells, “stones in the field”
Well Jason this is Kentucky I reply,
He replies some are in a row others just lay
So I trudge across the autumn field,
The stones in a row worn and weathered
Have names and dates memorials of a past
We know nothing of them or their story
The dates show length and brevity of life
The last memorial date was nineteen o two
One hundred years ago says Jason in awe
Myself I wonder how they came to be here
And once treasured now so forlorn and sad
Shall we mark them on our map asks he
Yes I reply quietly lets record the names
An hour toil some stones to roll or pull
Long gone souls we feel your presence
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