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Written by Mill Creek

The feet of those I love

have walked these gravel roads,

and the feet of those

who hurt me.

They love this place the same—

how the sunset turns the creek

to fire, and haybales

stand like sentinels.

Those who love me have walked

this way, and those who hate

me have done the same.

The creek sings on for our grieving.

Breathe your peace on all

who walk in the dappled shade,

oh spirit of the water-wind.

Be kinder than my memory.


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