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adoptedwriter) wrote2022-07-06 09:52 am
LJ/DW Idol, Week 12: Topic: America
Silent, sleeping meadow
Weathered, creaky gates welcome visitors
Unmown grass, oaks, poplars, and maples frame the field
July sun beats down from above
Breeze is slight
Large and small stones dot the land
Some tall and proud
Some crumbled and weathered
lichen drooling down the sides
Telling stories
Of beginnings and ends
We fill in missing story gaps with imaginings or hearsay
“Sacred”
Unknown occupants young and old call out in voiceless messages:
“Sacred”.
Weary fathers, young mothers, angel babies, the aged, soldiers, immigrants, pioneers who foraged and sacrificed for opportunity
They all have something to say
Lessons, legends lamentations
Of histories both personal and universal
“Sacred”
They are us; we are them.
They gave; we take
They built; we improve
They labored; we progress
They fought; we still fight
They died; we carry on
Ancestors
What would they think of us now?
“Sacred”
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(If this is hard to see, the headstone belongs to one of my husband's ancestors, Amos Strickland. He died at age 9. The top reads, "Sacred".
The 2 stones in the background are also ancestors. We went grave-hunting on July 4th!
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