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- Poetry > Free VerseBy Talia G., Weston, MADear son, dead son, how lie you so still? What words can I say to call you away out from under this hill? Come back to your peaches, come back to your bees Come back to your harvest and tend to your trees. Remember the fields, the timber, the earth, The dew in the morning the glow of your...