The
community
Of
Beaver
Valley
At
the far eastern edge of Colorado’s central plains was a small settlement
community called Beaver Valley. To the
east can be seen the sunflowers of the jayhawk state.
When
I first heard of this area, I was in anticipation of a place on the bluffs overlooking
one of the many sand creeks that roll over the plains. Instead I found a land of table flatness and
one of the most tranquil peaceful spots on the open prairie.
There
are still a few farms in the area but what really stands out is the
cemetery. Eastern Colorado is not known
for its trees, yet the folks of Beaver Valley planted a trove of pine
trees. The cemetery boundary is a line
of pine trees. Today they reach to the
sky, providing a moment of solitude.
The
trees provide shelter for the local wildlife.
The day I was there, the birds were chattering a flitting about. Gathering nesting materials, looking for food
and chattering among themselves. As I walked
about, looking and taking pictures, the birds would let me know if I was to
close to their tree.
The
breezes whispered through the branches, singing the song of the plains. All other sounds were mute and unheard. I sat in my pickup and had lunch while
listening to the various birds chirping.
It was one of those moments where the world was at peace.
My
gaze rolled over the scene, taking in the grandeur of the area. Here was one of the most peaceful places for
a final rest. A view out a across an
unbroken land with no end of the horizon.
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