These bricks have felt the sun rise under Caesar
\nthose walls across the valley glistened then
\nsome eyes some hands have planned and planted trees here
\nand poets sang the song I sing again.<\/p>\n
Each inch of land and every inch an atom
\nhas been directed to its certain use
\nand this for olives, that for grapes is planted
\nand so it’s always been ’til bees refuse.<\/p>\n
The bear so far away sleeps locked in winter
\nand forests lakes and rivers clad in ice
\nbut in this valley years flash by in minutes
\nand Caesar’s entourage slept here last night.<\/p>\n
My song is done, the valley lies in evening;
\nand in the dark hear Caesar’s heart still beating.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
These bricks have felt the sun rise under Caesar those walls across the valley glistened then some eyes some hands have planned and planted trees here and poets sang the song I sing again. Each inch of land and every … Continue reading