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    dots Submission Name: Yellow Mountain Claydots
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    Author: raspberry89
    Elite Ratio:    1.6 - 5/18/22
    Words: 152
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsYellow Mountain Claydots
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    want a metal detector,
    I need to dig things up.
    There's so much in the dirt,
    and I can't get enough.

    All that was left behind,
    has since been immersed.
    Forgotten graves deepen,
    in time's cyclic curse.

    Anywhere I step,
    others stepped before.
    For lifetimes upon lifetimes,
    in times of peace and times of war.

    I regularly find remnants,
    memories from days lost.
    Folks before me must of known,
    i'd get to them at any cost

    From old poems to ancient hills,
    down to the thick West Virginian clay.
    Fragments of my forefathers exist,
    to learn from them all I pray.




    Submitted on 2013-04-04 03:55:19     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I think this poem takes us to the depth of the human condition. Our need to fulfil ourselves. Our need to soul search. Great read.
    | Posted on 2013-04-04 00:00:00 | by strike three | [ Reply to This ]


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