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Dactylic Hexameter

A Scorched Earth Leaves But Dreams

by michaelcahill

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A Scorched Earth Leaves But Dreams   why when the last horse has galloped on will the sound of hoof beats echo ever elegant in our memory as though that alone would atone our damnable deeds of woe and greed those very yearnings fed and nurtured by weakness and wanting that laid waste to every clover covered canyon where a steed might find a need to stop and graze and thus amaze us as we gaze upon the splendor that we cannot help but vanquish even though we’re not at war for it is simply born within us to do battle with the beauty that we trample neath our footfall as we seek a greener valley and we doom ourselves because it is our foolish nature to seek more and thus ignore what is at hand leaving nothing but an empty barren land I dream of stallions running free and wild--hoping like a child

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