On Apple River

Ancestral voices
Painted with their songs
This land. Those tunes,
That none alive have heard,
Can still be seen, and also felt
Upon the memories that autumn
Carries with it as a right.
There once were clearer eyes
That saw without distraction
What this place, this land
Consists of: earth, sky, water
In embrace. We call them ignorant
Who knew things we do not know anymore,
Because we think that we know better, or
Our straight mistaking symbols for their things,
Like thinking maps or GPS
Can better than our eyes explain the land.
Do not despise all those
Who came before, for they could not know us,
But we have no excuse
Not knowing

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