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Found Poetry 387


visitors to the Native American preservation
dead seeds in the museum grow restless
the still gourds still rattle though
hear them converse in deep sounds
more powerful than the European guns
wood and rock tools behind the glass
still chip away at something

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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