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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