Hot Noon On the Prairie
Dehydrated by the unbearable heat, they constantly sweat and suddenly leap;
where would they find on a prairie a cooling shade,
if their exhausted brains tells them to lay down and sleep...
when its not dusk yet and their bodies seem bone-tired and out of shape?
Where would they find on a prairie a cooling shade
as the rolling grassland is not gentle on their dry skin,
when it's not dusk yet and their bodies seem bone-tired and out of shape...
like the limping travelers who searched all day for a small tavern or inn?
As the rolling grassland is not gentle on their dry skin,
it gives no shelter to the buffaloes that billow and beet thirsting for water...
like the limping travelers who searched all day for a small tavern or inn;
no, not under the cacti sizzling into the hot noon, where the cowboys sleep on fur!
It gives no shelter to the buffaloes that billow and beet thirsting for water,
if their exhausted brains tell them to lay down and sleep...
no, not under the cacti sizzling into the hot noon, where the cowboys sleep on fur!
Dehydrated by the unbearable heat, they constantly sweat and suddenly leap.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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