Photo by Alex Smith from Pexels Preserve me, restore me, remember me.I was a warrior of old, forgottenThrough the passing of an age,Not even an epitaph on my grave.Light dapples its way to my home,An earthly mound sheathed by bladesOf green, by the passing breeze waveTo folks, I am obscured;Like pebbles on a river bedUnseen, unheard of, yet... Continue Reading →