Pioneer Memories
The traditional log home,
Where each phase is a miracle.
The log furniture you built yourself,
The stone hearth where you baked your bread and cooked your meals.
The candlelight at night where you read perhaps the only book you had, the bible,
Distant days where you walked to the one room school house.
Blessed with chalkboard slates where you wrote out your homework,
Where school is a privilege as well as learning.
When I rise in the morning I think of how we have progressed,
Now we have contemporary homes and apartments.
With furniture purchased making our living space attractive,
We have appliances you switch on and off with ease.
The lights at home easy to access and turn on,
Delicious foods purchased from the local grocery store.
University and schools where education is acquired with excellence,
The library acquired and read.
Alexander Graham Bell's Telephone where you can miraculously telephone,
God's miracles for us, continues, for a moment I wished to reflect and appreciate.
Author : Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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