Still

Still

Still upon the prairie scene,

Abandoned,

I stare upon the frosted wire,

But, thrill with grasses triumphant,

Encroaching,

One or two souls have graced the land here,

One to hold the wire,

One to place a brad,

And gone,

Gone, except God,

Most places on earth are still this way,

Thank, God!

Your soul can find peace in places like this,

Still!

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 17, 2014