The Tracks We Leave
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.
I stepped softly on this shaken soil.
Who cracked this ground?
I wanted to know.
I asked many around me.
Some blamed me, even though I had just arrived.
Some blamed them, even though they knew them not.
Some lamented that they were just not good enough.
Some asked to join me in my quest.
month by month,
year by year
Those who wanted someone to blame
Now we see the buds coming through richer soil
We will continue to plant.
© Laura Hendrickson 2017
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