Reincarnate Rock
Is there truly a sound for an era?
We can tell the age of trees
by the number of rings
surrounding their core.
We can tell our age
by our most important songs
held within our breasts.
The trees in woods remember we walked
among them.
We remember what we sang as we walked
under those branches.
Yes, the familiar strains do count the
years.
Linda Imbler
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Poetry