They walked this land before us.
They lived, suffered and worked until they
became part of this land they loved.
They were warm hands, thoughts and dreams
Sometimes never known, to even be forgotten,
to be even a memory
Their small space in time is significant and real,
as is mine
There is a trail that leads to a light of
understanding and recognition
Items touched, worked, forged, spoken,
I can hear your hushed whispers getting louder
and I follow the path
I will find you,
And I will remember you,
You are history
You are ancestor.
You are acknowledged
You are our foundation.