I sweated, uprooting his cornerstone,
And heard the laugh of a nineteenth century man.
It came softly, not from the sky, nor from
The trees he planted (or at least let stay) ,
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I really like this, a really great poem. It reads like a bit of history.
Yes, I do like this one also, for it has the sense of the sacred within it. Very good indeed. Past, present, and future all connected in the ways of the earth. Now that's wonderful.