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Chevy and Callie
Bronwyn Bond | The Fields of Korth Park
These fields alone have seen what few can know. The leaves will die with no one at their wake and snow will fall to seal their brittle bones.
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What’s lived will thrive, when thrown there down below The cries from earth can’t fix, but will create These fields alone have made what few can know
What once decayed we know will one day grow. Rebirth in time can free the dead from ache, and snow will fall to seal their feeble bones.
A plant will bloom, the same from long ago to see the sun once more when dawn will break. These fields alone have heard what few should know
One story told can still be heard from crows, from early lives they chose not to escape when snow did fall to seal their ailing bones.
They sing of grass that knows, and love it shows to all who’ve passed, those finally awake. The fields alone have loved what few can know with snow that falls to heal the resting bones