Custer, 1945

The year we lived out on the farm

was a year of isolation.

It was a year of doing without,

a year of deprivation.

But we made it through

and so we know

 that life has a steady

ebb and flow.

Then, it was the end of the War.

Now, it’s the Virus fear.

We just go forward with the faith

that we’ll see a better year.

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