I know your names,
I know your faces.
I’ve learned where you lie
In grassy graveyards
Far away.
How can I imagine
From my soft city life
What you had to do
For those such as me
To even be,
Much less thrive?
The endless toil,
The heat, cold, wet,
Drought, dirt
That you endured
Just to stay alive
There in a land
So wild and lonely,
Full of risk, of opportunity,
Love and loss,
Amaze and terrify us
As they must have you;
And yet I’m here today,
To testify you made
A future happen
You would never see.
©2016 John I. Blair
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