We used to play
ARMY
for hours on end
just about anywhere we were
The Beach
The Playground
The Living Room
The Basement
The Backyard
There was no place that was exempt
which means some 25 years later
we are still finding green plastic army men
with every landscaping change
flower planting
shrub/bush placements
that somehow make
THESE FINDINGS
much more than just turning some dirt over
which unearthed this in me
with the most recent finding. . .
Each shovel full of dirt
Was as uncovering
An archeological dig
That unearthed treasures
That could only be held in
Chests of sacred heartbeats
Made more holy by memories
And ones not yet made
No seed could ever yield
Such a harvest
No tilling or nurtured watering
Could produce such a bloom
And though once buried
Never left behind
No matter how deeply dark
The covering
which uncovers the truth
That any reclamation
Begins an never ending season of joy
Not yet experienced
Or ever fadingly forgotten
There are some things that just will never grow in the richest of soils. . .
NOR DOES IT EVER HAVE TO
for the
Power of Reclamation
springs forth with no seeds necessary
because Memories
are all that’s needed
. . .no watering required
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