To The Ancients

In these woods to far

From human habitation

Still we find the marks

Of ancient occupation.

Giant boxwood orbs

Left to follow natures lure

Growing free of manicure

Bushy and unruly.

Regiments of daffodils

Resisting delineation

Continue to demark some

Long buried foundation.

Of the, long dead, builders

All that still remains

Of their lifelong labors are

These patient floral stains.