Earth holds close all memory for us
Wade in the heathlands mourning moor
Sniff the stench of ten thousand bodies
In the sorrows sense the weight of the mire
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Nicely done with rich imagery and incidental rhyme. I really enjoyed this poem, Greg. Thanks so much for sharing.