To Pastures New

The little girl wearing heavy work boots drives the geese over the dried mudflats,

her ribboned bonnet is worn high to catch what breeze exists.

Sackcloth skirted, and wearing her little sister’s shawl, for she no longer has any need of it,

she traipses behind the pinioned beasts, steps taken in unison, to pastures new.

As each forgo their pioneering spirit.

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