There are dark timeless wonders that hide in earthen bogs
Preserving ancient people whose ways died in time's fogs
The eyes and sharp expression of victims in a cult
Look out in staring wonder as unseen gods exult
Once blond, a pair of tresses is braided carefully
As if a girl had knotted them only yesterday
Rough linen cloths and bodkins are still preserved in peat
Along with hand-shaped earrings, a bright and cunning treat
When walking on the cool earth of a forgotten glen
I think about the people who lived and suffered then
I amble by the peat fields where past with present meets
And trust that it is fitting to step with gentle feet.
Liilia Talts Morrison
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