Across the valley, and inside the mountain
Lies a cottage, a house, and a work shed.
Beneath the smog, is where Uncle Ralph works in peace.
But something is missing….a soul.
A partner….Mary Rose.
Uncle Ralph builds his trains and his tracks.
And he pieces them together, so that he can get her back.
But Mary Rose lies silent, pale, and stiff.
Away in a coffin, where everyone sleeps.
But where is….Mary Rose?
Uncle Ralph tends to his garden regularly.
His vegetables grow higher than Orion’s Belt.
And his grape vines are longer than the Mississippi.
I remember when Cadan ran through the garden.
Joyfully, and without a care in the world.
If only he knew, about the memories that lie beneath the soil.
The ones that Uncle Ralph, shared with Mary Rose.
The elk consumes the bitterbrush.
And berries wither away amongst the frost.
But Uncle Ralph, whom has journeyed the locker backwards and forwards….
Fears no famine.
However, even the strongest diamond is subject to a harder substance.
And to Uncle Ralph, Mary Rose is….
The Sword in the Stone.
Robert Alexander Deason Peace
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