North American Dreaming: Granite Gardens
Our freedom lies in granite gardens, in the tears and lament of wives and daughters, says William Burkholder in this powerful poem.
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The seeds of nations
Lie in granite gardens
Each with flag and brass plaque
Adorned
Measuring our growth
In their repose
In the tears and lament
Of wives and daughters
Forlorn
Countless irrigated rows
Of
Bloody ideals
Convictions
And sacrifices
Granite gardens
Where freedom lies
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