FORGOTTEN FRONTIERS
Forgotten are the memories of the Alzheimer’s people.
This is dedicated to all people with Alzheimer’s
and to their caregivers.
Forgotten Frontiers
Forgotten frontiers, forgotten roots,
Forgotten pioneering boots,
Standing bleached by wind and rain,
Standing still, but can’t sustain,
Beneath the louring, darkening cloud,
That with a clap of thunder loud
Would erase our pioneering past,
The story that was built to last.
Every shingle, every board,
Every wind and every chord
So backbreaking hewn by calloused hand,
To craft a home, to build a land,
To fill with heart, and dwell with soul,
Once left behind to the bad dust bowl,
Forgotten now and left to rot
As we go headlong on without a thought.
Forgotten now the soul who built
The life that now we live without the guilt.
We forge ahead, forever getting, rarely give,
Even forgot the art of how to live.
Forgotten history, forgotten folk,
Forgotten that to have a wheel you need a spoke.
Forgotten frontier, forgotten roots,
Forgotten pioneering boots.
Sometimes we forget the roll we play
And strut the stage, demand the pay,
Play the hero, forget to bend
While friends and family reach wits’ end,
Left behind in wind and rain,
Unable to sustain.
Forgetting minds, forgetting roots,
Left behind by walking boots.
Forgotten frontier, forgotten roots,
Forgotten pioneering boots.
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CREDITS: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Pine-Creek-Cabin-592551282
http://www.deviantart.com/art/These-boots-are-made-117062446
