Haunted Ground

Some call it hallowed ground
That dirt soaked in blood sweat and reams
Under the lights and echoing with cheers and curses

It isn’t hallowed to me
Haunted comes to mind

Echoes of dreams faded under responsibility
Like moss struggling against summer sun
I hear voices of friends long dead
Feel the warm breath of horses
I haven’t seen in years
And the heat august sun
Beating down on the back of the on deck riders

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