Tracks in the snow of a remembered winter
Fading now/shibboleths lost/
pages of an old book long gone.
Rock piles standing just so
A tree and the way its branches blocked
The sun songs of a people that went before.
A shelter here taken
Stars having wheeled above
So many stars and a full moon
Lighting an old trail
Fading now, long gone.
John Tench
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