Pioneering hands.

These fragile hands

They carved our lives

Toiled and tilled the land

Weathered storms to thrive

Ensured we survived.

In dreams we built in stone

Sodhouses we were to call home

These weathered palms

Supported and grew

Maintained our farm

Brought strength anew

Enabled hope to shine through.

Prairie-land homesteaders

Mid-west pioneers.

©Alison Jean Hankinson

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Author: alisonhankinson

5 thoughts on “Pioneering hands.”

Looking back I am amazed how our ancestors’ “fragile hands” survived. Nice sound to your Chaucerian stanzas using short metrical lines.

This is a nice tribute to your ancestors and was fun to read.

Love the dichotomy in those first lines- that fragile hands “carved our lives.”

Oh the struggles you can see. There is something special about the pioneers…