Moving in on the Prairie

We pass all the little cemeteries and graves on our
way to prairie that will become our home.
The ghosts rise up from their grave and
encourage us on our way, clapping as we pass them by on the roadside.
Once, they were the future
of this prairie. And now, it’s own turn to
plow it,
shape it,
grow it,
mold it.
To fix up the little houses they once built–
To tear away some of what is no longer useful.
And to build new for future generations to
refurbish when it becomes their turn.
We continue down the road, past the graves
Past the rolling hills and onto the prairie we have
the privilege of calling home.

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