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LEGACY

for Evanston

We came with histories,

planted centennial stories along freshwater coasts.

An earthly heaven of emerald lagoons

and godly oaks shadow the chiseled

trails of our arrival.

We are the northern folktales.

Copper-back ancestors, with cotton-tipped,

woodcutter hands—

the heirlooms that built this landscape of jubilant

churches and miniature châteaus.

A harvest of migrating hearts

tell our way back when.

We are porch stories, buttermilk aprons,

lovers of Sundays and sailboats.

Land of dew-winged cardinals with chandelier

forests preserves our pioneers and preachers.

We are the long grass and anxious wind,

the generations, speaking softly, between

the lines of history.