Why have they let you be
Sitting all lonely and sad
Out on the prairie
You served many years
For families in the past
Your happiness glows
And continues to last.
Coming from Poland, they had found a farm through a relative near three coalmines that looked good to them. They worked the farm raising the necessary capital and equipment to start their own mining operation. They were brothers, but called the odd couple since they were absolute opposites in appearance. They enjoyed cooking and often hosted dinner parties at their home. Everyone hoped they would fix their various forms of dumplings including the stuffed ones, a meal could be made on them alone.
Some considered these brothers rather standoffish and aloof, but it was their poor language adaptation and speech barrier that through the years slowly improved. The slang used in the area was terribly different from the proper English they had heard in Europe. Being good cooks kept a variety of guests in their home, which helped break this terrible language barrier.
They worked hard at their mining, having a huge vein going through their property. Their expansion of the business was slow and spontaneous.
They adapted well to this beautiful prairie life. The land gave her bounty at the expense of being massively scarred. Hills became new hills of till in another area, and the landscape changed in a rather uncommon phase. What had once massive oceans, became massive forests to produce the basic components to form this coal being extracted. These forests returned to ocean, oceans of grasses and flowers as far as the eye could see. The prairie winds carried this story in a chant, somewhat a form of song, which makes up the song of life. This is always carried on the gentle prairie breeze, on the petals of flowers, and on the blades of mighty grasses.
Where must we look to find happiness
Do we need to really search
Or just go with what our heart tells us
And find everlasting love for each other?