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.