Our first valley Easter,
this land newly ours,
we sat in the chilly Spring air.
Our grown kids were here,
and our daughters-in-law,
and a few miscellaneous souls.
Someone brought flowers they had
plopped in a beer can,
and we toasted ourselves with hot drinks.
Our Easter attire
was flannel and denim
embellished with work gloves and boots.
We communed with our chain saws
and worked up a sweat
as we cleared us a place for our home.
We greeted cold dusk
with a great lusty campfire
and allowed it to burn through the night.
It was exciting like Christmas
and a bit like Thanksgiving
and already a whole lot like home.
Rose Moore--Easter 1992
|Bob and Mark and ski-steer loader on our valley property on Easter 1992|