Land Mark

I hope one day I lay buried
In the hill I died on;
My metal bones jutting out beneath
Skirts of moss and rock

The spring thaw reveals me
In all my rusted splendor
And fresh flowers peek out
Through ancient wounds

Summer sees me repurposed
Repainted by those who still remember
I become the centerpiece
For a festival in sweltering heat

Down fall the leaves from atop my brow
The gangly trees that took root
All give up the ghost they cling to
So they might be saved in time

When snow covers everything
In muffled, blissful silence
It is easier to forget
Just how dark things were

I hope one day I lay buried
In the hill I died on;
Weathered by time and loss
A fixture, a background

I hope one day my bones find use
For those that live above them.

I hope one day I hear them say
That I serve them better this way.

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