The Planters

The place of memories
And shadows of the past
That, restful, lie
Upon this land
In calm repose -
Undying in these
Unexpected things;
Green hills and hollows -
Onetime walls, foundations -
The fledgling prospects
Of a virgin home.
A rampant peach grove here,
And apple trees,
Wind-gnarled, ancient, strong,
Broadcasting fruit
And quiet reveries.

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