Tundra
Azure waves roll,
across golden fields,
Where he lies waiting,
for the Heartland-
Heavens,to blanket him
with bliss.
Floating down a river
of quite bronze earth
Guided by hands,
of Iowan seraphim.
He dreams of sacred
Alaska,
heavenly
technicolor
light shows,
and ancient tundra
not yet disturbed.
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016
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