By Steven Wade Veatch
Follow the trail
to the homestead
where Grape Creek glitters
and the green grass
waves in the wind.
A robin sits on last year’s stem
while a dragonfly buzzes by.
to the homestead
where Grape Creek glitters
and the green grass
waves in the wind.
A robin sits on last year’s stem
while a dragonfly buzzes by.
Here I sense the spirit
of the pioneers who settled
this land. Where
is that spirit now?
I will follow their trail.
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