As a child my mother spoke gently of her family’s story and those that went before. She spoke of a special recollection of young children buried way too young on the plains of North Dakota. Her haunting stories spoke of the children buried beneath the plain white markers embossed with fading lambs representing their youth. The Prairie Rest Cemetery is solitary remembrance dedicated to the youngest lambs who died while establishing our state many years ago.
The Lambs of the Prairie
– Clarence Holm
Beneath the broad Dakota blue On a hilltop kissed with morning dew Were the silent lambs on prairie old Lying peacefully, a family’s tears consoled.
Soundless sentinels endlessly resting Reverent callers gazes arresting. Their fading faces don’t betray Machine etched stones, long in decay.
An eternal place of gathering, Sweet memories in stone are offering Old stories lost and gone Waiting together for their eternal dawn.