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POETRY
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Hiraeth
By Brian Campbell
Standing by the gravel road, upon a hill
With a house at its foot
I see the earth that surrounds me
As its green arms engulf me.
Every color, stream and tree
Reminds me of what it used to be
—My home
The foliage of the forest, how it thrived;
It breathed a breath discernible
Worship to its creator
Silencing all things dark and terrible
Making much pain bearable.
I see the luscious green
Enshrouded in grey mist
—As it rains
—As it platters
—As it rushes, pours and smatters
Over weathered concrete, and fertile fecund soil
Draining pain and anguish within the soothing sprinkles.