Tread lightly now, for where you walk,
The grass that grows was once mine.
Where footsteps fall, and soft winds blow,
In seasons foul or fine.
The field now with new grown grass,
Shining green in the sun.
Where once before the sound that came,
Told of fame, and brave deeds done.
The tree that stands at the edge,
With birds its branches adorning,
Was younger many years ago,
On a bright and lovely morning.
A fleeting moment, come and gone,
Of glory and life-long quest.
Sit and feel the soft ground live,
As you take a mid-days rest.
Where now you sit I too did sit.
With youth and friends of mine I sat.
We laughed, and cried, and even died,
It was another time we were at.
Sky over all as on that day,
Though sounds are softer still.
I hear them now and others too,
And know I always will.
Please visit now before traveling on.
The blades you bend are mine.
Nurtured by my heart and blood,
Which fed them like red wine.
It was good so long ago,
When maids and glory were mine.
In fields of grass, with birds that sing,
And, oh, those days were fine.

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