Leila Hadi

Yellow Mountain Clay - Poem by Leila Hadi

I want a metal detector,
I need to dig things up.
There's so much in the dirt,
and I can't get enough.

All that was left behind,
has since been immersed.
Forgotten graves deepen,
in time's cyclic curse.

Anywhere I step,
others stepped before.
For lifetimes upon lifetimes,
in times of peace and times of war.

I regularly find remnants,
memories from days lost.
Folks before me must of known,
i'd get to them at any cost

From old poems to ancient hills,
down to the thick West Virginian clay.
Fragments of my forefathers exist,
to learn from them all I pray.

Comments about Yellow Mountain Clay by Leila Hadi

  • Gold Star - 54,510 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/4/2013 7:02:00 AM)

    Very good poem. I like it. thanks.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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