Ancestors
I am just a man
I stand here because I can
Walking in the footsteps of my forefathers
It is the journey along the path of life
And I am just one step upon that trail
Many men have stood here
Their blood stains this ground
And that land endorses their memory
Echoes of their past
Drift aimlessly upon the wind
Which sweeps in waves across the hills and valleys?
Bending trees whose branches sway
In an awesome and spectacular salute
Morning brakes on a dead still sea
Mist drifts in aimlessly
A poignant silence of echoes lost
Amidst the whispers of infinite time
History matters in a tragic way
But is soon lost
In the ground, misplaced
I am just a man whose shadow falls
Where others trod before me
Like a footprint in the sand soon washed away.
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