Thank You, Prairie

Written by: Ian Thomas Phillips

Saphire is the vaulted dome, the blue arch of the sky
Interspersed with plumes and dunes (the white clouds rolling by)
   The grasses, plants and flowers, entangled, sway and bend
   In the capricious wanderings of the rambling, blowing wind:

The Lamb's Ear and Queen Anne's Lace with Susanne of Black Eyes
Embraced by Morning Glory, with the sun, whose blooms arise;
   The glassy glade is interspersed with nuts of Hicory
   As it is with Dandelion and sprigs of Chicory.

Mayapple and Henbane grow wild, without fear or care
As the delightful smell of Bergamot is carried through the air;
   Motherswort, Bedstraw, Shepherd's Purse and scented Goldenrod
   Each a member of the prairie, they all compose the sod;

Echinacia, conicle, who blooms with such delight
Amid the vines of Wild Grapes, climbing to any height;
   The different types of Plantan, Nettle White, Yellow or Stinging-
   They all compose Gesamtkunstwerk, when the birds start their singing!

Milkweed, Daisies, Thistles, Columbine and Butterfly Weed
All day long  -dusk to noon to morning, when bedecked in dewy beads-
   These native plants around us all, they purify the air,
   A body ought to thank them, but only if it cares.