I wander this valley floor alone
No life I find but my own,
Only ghosts of years long past
Stir the trees and rustle grass.

I stop to listen and think I see
The shadow of some memory
But lo, tis only my fair thought
That here once stood in this spot

The hopes and dreams of a humble man.

I kneel and take into my hand
A portion of some dirt and sand,
And breathe I in the musty earth
That once held this man’s worth.

I rise and to my heart a thought,
A feeling comes that I must not,
For holy ground is where I stand
And long ago this very land

Was the life and death of a better man.

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