This Square Foot

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This square foot

In central Illinois

Was once

An ancient bedrock river bottom

Until the glaciers

Ice silted it in.

 

This square foot

In central Illinois

The illiniwek Indians

Traded with French fur traders

That settled and trapped

Along the river’s edge.

 

On this square foot of land

The British came

The French left

And German immigration

Brought our grandfathers

Who farmed this dirt.

 

This square foot

In Central Illinois

Became the home place

Our farm

Where my children grew

And my grandchildren

Laugh and ride in a golf cart and fly kites

 

Every square inch

Is loved

In this piece of ground

In central Illinois

Where we have camp fires

And cookouts

On my/our/no, – the Lord’s – square foot of ground.