Poem: All the Empty Places

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All the empty places

Across the lands I roam

Whether on a distant plain

Or closer to my home

Everywhere, the skies look down

Though the land may change

Of the men who’ve come and gone

And few traces that remain

The birds fly in the sky

The deer are in the field

The green and brown that overcome

The land that always yields

Time goes on and overtakes

The monuments of man

Long time gone, now overrun

With Nature and Time’s plan

All will become memory

Buried in the earth

Back to Nature’s loving arms

Into the dark brown hearth

To disappear, and fade away

And become the unseen spaces

Where all time conquers memory

In all the empty places

©2013 James Takeo

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