Pilgrimage

When we were kids we spent some time on pleasant lake
Wisconsin, later, my parents gathered up grandkids and
took them to pleasant lake. My father would march up the
hill behind the cottages a line of grandchildren behind him
banging on pots and pans and signing, “we’re marching to
Zion, beautiful beautiful Zion!” on the main road they
visited a tavern, I’m sure the grandkids drank root beer.

2024 Jacqueline Jackson

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