The
Last Walk
By
R.e. Taylor
He
took the time to go home
Walking
across the land
He
had walked for more than sixty years
He
remembered all of those before
Ten
generations of his family
More
than two hundred years
They
worked the land
From
a log cabin to a beautiful farmhouse
They
suffered through droughts
And
celebrated the good years
Then
the oil came
Followed
by large industry
Stealing
their land
Harassing
them until they could take no more
Finally,
the land died
When
the oil rigs spread through the fields
The
eldest of the family cried
After
eighty years, his home was gone
As
he said goodbye
A
gun against his head
And
his sorrow was over
©2017
R.e. Taylor
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