Ancestral Blessing

We live in a consecrated land, former battlefield,

again, and again sanctified by fallen warriors,

that have given their best for us.

They have baptized this earth with blood, sweat

and tears, which seasoned the ground, making

double and sweet the fruits by the harvest time.

Published in the April National Poetry Project 2024 on Instagram by Writer Shed Press and on the Chapbook of this Project.

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