If there be memories here,
Echoes of the past long ago silenced;
then they exist in the quiet whispers
of the rustling cottonwood leaves.
If there be a thought that lingers on,
a moment's ingenuity still considered;
then it is imbedded in the stems
of the golden rockets and pasque flowers here.
This gentle square of prairie, rough unbroken sod,
bears witness to a past which most have forgotten.
A lonely lilac guards a leaning stone,
drawing its branches in a protective embrace.
Root bound flowers encircle falling stones,
remnants of grief and a harder time.
If there be memories or thoughts here,
visions and ingenuity that linger on.
They are embedded in the depths
of my hardened country soul.
I have not forgotten.