Our Trails
In the end
all of our trails intersect
our footprints mingle
the mountains look down
the prairie grass continues to grow
some of our ancestors never saw the sun
some of their faces were perpetually burnt by it
the intimate vastness of our country
rejoiced by the people
the seasons inseparable from our lives
we stay
would we leave during winter?
Our ancestor’s rise up
from the prairie grass
loom down at us from the mountains
our truths are in the same mountains
plains hills valleys meadows
that hold our energy
that feed our livestock
that maintain our wildlife
that has filled our bellies
the bellies of our fathers and mothers
the bellies of our sons and daughters
and will fill the bellies of their sons and daughters
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