Covered in weeds, barren of flowers,
fields abound, an old tree towers.
In grass here, long and overgrown,
lie memories wasted, and lives unknown.
Faded stones can’t recall a name;
unspoken lives time will reclaim.
Some lived long though some died young,
some dreams fulfilled, some songs unsung.
They remain on the prairie in eternal sleep;
the weather-worn graves, their stories to keep.
~McGuffy Ann Morris
In the 1800's, the area near where I live was called The English Prairie. In the heart of that prairie, there is a cemetery that holds many of those who settled the area. These brave souls are forgotten and unknown today. Exploring the sacred grounds, I read their memorial stones and reflected on their lives and sacrifices. This is for them.
Please read my Challenge Reveal Post for insight on the poetry that I chose to share here.