grandfathers and great grandfathers
walked these hills
and further back in time
a hand flourished on the Declaration
the ancestral land is the same as then
existence is different
houses sprout from the fields
pastures returned to woodland brush
but high above the homestead house
I find an ancient hearth
beside it lies an arrowhead
that speaks in whispers to the breeze
still deeper in the burial mound
the dead of the Paleolithic
sleep undisturbed in Eden
as millennia pass beyond all memory
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