Still I Sit and Run

Long I stretch besides the bog and moor
Besides the length of somber mountains stark
Paved amongst the lands of ancient peoples
Gazing on the open skies,
the barren hills,
the rolling grasses’ dance
Remembering the fires lit in pagan awe
Remembering refugees removed from land and kin
Remembering the hungers’ forced marches
Still I sit amidst a land untouched and beauty-filled
Still I sit and run

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