One's looking at historic site —
Not one who caused it is in sight:
Nor voice, nor stare, nor riffle in hand,
Though dissipated historic band
And only air in your lungs,
And only ancient heart's desires
To roam free, like pioneers,
To be protection for your peers.
Those simple treasures deeded on
So we can handle all face on,
So we go on, and smile, and thrive
And visit that historic site.
Historic Site
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2019
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