Did I hear the wind whisper
As it sighed between trees and standing stone?
Did I see
Your shadow cross a threshold
Long buried beneath the empty, grassy plain?
Did I sniff the fragrance
Of your food
Wafted off of a hearth long turned to dust?
Do I taste the salt
Of your bitter tears
Shed for a people long forgotten?
I listen to the rock
Feel the breeze
Sniff the distant salty sea air
Sense your people near
Perhaps forgotten by men
But the land
The land has a very long memory
Written for Sue Vincent’s Writephoto challenge. She provided the photo at the top (which I altered slightly at the bottom) and the keyword, “Memory“.