In Idaho I found my great, great grandparent's grave.
Their birthdays are this week. I know they were brave.
They left England and to loved ones, they did wave.
Thanks to their example, their posterity tried to behave.
I imagined they followed along with us, were at each location, perhaps prodding us forward, helping us find our way. Someone pointed out the long forgotten graveyard. Through farm fields, we drove
then walked through wet grass to reach the spot. A dozen or so graves stood tall waiting for us.
What an exciting day.