Invisible to the traveler now,
two tracks through the grass,
but the discerning eye
can see two fence rows on each side.
Across the prairie and down
the hill it leads
over a little cement bridge,
with iron rails;
One missing.
Also missing is the house
and barn and windmill.
Not even a line of stones.
His early life,
his boyhood home,
has returned to the prairie
from whence it came.
The earth
reclaimed its own.
But the road remains
to show the way
to the past of my grandfather\'s life:
he walked this way to school.