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The Unwritten History of the Prairie Wind

The Unwritten History Of The Prairie Wind

Rotten timbers lay deep in a field
Remnants of a cabin built years ago
Built by pioneers from the East
A family looking for a new world
Free of the city’s constraints
They thrived with fields of wheat
Waving in the mild prairie breeze
Miles from the nearest neighbor
They lived peacefully
Away from the problems they knew
In their previous lives
Now the air was sweet and clear
The songs of birds floated around the cabin
Children played in the grasses
Now they are all gone
Lost to an unwritten history
Was it a war, a plague, and Indian attack?
Are the buried beneath the fertile land?
Or did they just leave?
No one knows except the grass and it won’t tell
The rotted timbers will never tell
They just remember the family
The children
The hope of a pioneer
All lost to the prairie winds.

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Carolyn Devonshire April 29, 2009 at 3:02 PM Wow! What a welcome journey back to simpler days when "the air was sweet and clear." Wish I could have lived in the pioneer cabin. Those "prairie winds" are both graceful and powerful. As to the fate of the pioneers, "No one knows except the grass." This poem is so rich in emotion and description, and it leaves one trying to speculate how we got from pioneer days to the present. Well done! Love, Carolyn