Under a Prairie Sky
my eyes are stretched by furrowed rows-
twilight lays it’s beauty at my feet
I hear soft harmony of growing wheat
of windmill songs in the breeze
and whispered whirlwinds
locked in the shadows
of the distant purple hills
swirling clouds gather
dry grasses thirsty for rain
stand tall to reach ashen skies
the prairie moonlight
is my gracious companion
I tip-toe in peace
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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