Remember (Free verse poem)

Land steals not

our memory, nor our presence,

as time casts our fragile shells aside,

the Earth remembers.

Footsteps cast in sand,

dredged deep

as stone resides.

For those who walked before us

have long since joined the tide.

Our voices echo in wisps along the wind,

carried through rustling leaves

and floating higher, cast far and wide.

No, land does not forget--

for we are one and the same.

Our existence intertwined

with that which gave us form,

gave us air,

gave us life.

For it is true not all can see,

unknown are we to all but those

held dear and those revered;

but time itself sets history a flutter,

as shadows linger in the very Earth

that nurtured us,

now plants the seeds of our memory

deep within the hearts

of those

who wander the Earth anew.

For the Earth remembers.

              C.M. Townsend