i seized this in passing

                                   

                                    






                                      Blessed Are They  


 


                       Fairview Cemetery, 1879:
                      The wrought iron gate marks the corner
                      Of some pioneer's field.
                      Now these few trees and the distant silos
                      Are the only witnesses on the silent prairie
                       To the parents and a huddle of others
                       Who stand, their feet in the snow
                        Their backs to the wind.

                           I do not care if the silos do not believe;
                           This love shall not pass away.

                             Then a stray dog comes
                              To comfort the children
                               And lick their hands.




                                                              -anonymous









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