Bottom Land

Rusty corn planter,

The plow horse,

Long gone.

A home,

Hewn from cottonwoods.

No lights, no water.

Much love.

Empty now,

It’s stories untold.

Of laughing children,

Chasing bugs,

Log cabin,

Two rooms,

Melting into the prairie.

The Wilson Ranch,

Lush grass,

Horses and Herefords,

Branded,

Rocking XA.

A lazy river,

After the flood.

The good years,

 And the bad.

The Depression,

Took it all.

Federal loan,

Roosevelt.

The War,

Better times.

Old and weary,

They left the land.

Retired,

With no pension.

Progress,

Some said.

LDT June 25, ‘25

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