September Poem
meadows of vermilion are tether to the earth
bleeding red the landscape
the sun sets and melts away
glazing the prairie sky
a southwest wind blows
and i hear the song of promise
the truth of a stubborn hard people
till the earth with sweat and prayer
toil before dawn finish after dusk
be proud be foolish stay humble
live and die
back to the earth that made you
to the earth that nourished you
to the earth that damned you
to the earth that blessed you
to the land you love
to the land you cursed
a pale moon frozen in the sky
lonely and deep is the cry of the coyote
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2015
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