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Poem: The White Cross

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There is a white cross
in the pasture,

a reminder of the gentle horse
buried there

in the shadow of the great
mountain

the earth-
busy with its bones.

A light rain begins to fall.
I take my time

walking up
the road

to the old white
house.

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