The Allure of Mossy Hillsides

I long for mossy hillsides
whose stories are buried
among the fungi
like whispers of
whose feet fell here
whose sword fell here
whose children played here.

What secrets do these hillsides hold
of tongues forgotten
traditions dated
and of common folk ignored?

I would take a mossy hillside
every day
over the parking lot
that succeeds it.

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