In memory of my Dad, Van O. Peterson, farmer/rancher 1928-1997.
Watchman of prairie dog and pasture grass,
what do you guard today? Rugged and proud
sentry of wood and steel, watching when
westerly winds waft o'er the plains.
Solitary giant pumping water
to parched land, thirsty cattle and dry
human hearts. Head into the wind, no storm
cellar ot hide your face when tornadoes
pummel the soft earth. Weather-beaten
survivor of sun, wind and blizzarding
snow. Antiquated silhoueete at
setting sun, won't you watch for me?
~Tami Peterson Vrbas, 2005
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