The Last Walk

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