New Feet
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| ←Shenandoah | Cornhuskers by New Feet |
Old Osawatomie→ |
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EMPTY battlefields keep their phantoms.
Grass crawls over old gun wheels
And a nodding Canada thistle flings a purple
Into the summer’s southwest wind,
Wrapping a root in the rust of a bayonet,
Reaching a blossom in rust of shrapnel.
