It rises as if to meet the sun god halfway in the sky
Embraced by ever faithful grass and worshipful trees
On the Natchez Trace where many pioneer graves lie
Where Indian chants were once carried on the breeze.
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I agree Kelly. There actually is not so much trash on the top of the mound (maybe a plastic bottle or two) as there is in the area around it, but I think nearby trash counts. The erosion is not so bad either, but is always slowly and steadily happening and has to be repaired by the park service.
Excellent poem. Being a student of history it has aroused my curiosity to learn a little more of its history. Your poetic rendering and emotions are beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Also thank you so much for reading and commenting on my poem.