Pioneer
Up on the hill I stumbled upon
an old grave site..the tombstone
leaning toward the past.
An oak shelters it, the sunlight
filtering through its leaves
gives its crumbling surface a pleasing glow.
I return now, again and again
to visit with this man, dead now
these many years. Would that he could
share his perspective on those times..when
the view was unobstructed, the land unplowed.
I would know how he came to this place,
how he lived, his dreams, and his sorrows.
Its peaceful there, as if the pace of life
has slowed, just for a time.
I sit, with one who came before.
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