And so we went ahead
And put down roots
In a place our Grandma always hated.
"Waggis, Jabone," she would say
"Stop it, Honey."
As we teased and sparred along the trail.
But, "No waggis! No waggis!"
"Don't stop here in this devils place,"
She used to say
When we crossed this barren stretch of land.
"But Grandmother," the tired ones cry,
"They have brought the waterline!
And see the tall electric pole trees
They planted here to bring us power?"
But the prairie wind still whispers,
"Don't stop, Honey. Don't stop here.
Get your water from the sky!
Get your power from within!"
So I pack my tent up lightly
And move along the trail.
-jenn long
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