Lone Prairie Hymns

aboriginal saintly crickets painted in thier red dust bleached masquera jump jubilently in the drygrass. dark yellow paint chips erode away on a lone steeple house. they fall to the ground like scorched pigments off of a dusty wrinkeled brow. inside walking around on creeky floorboards an array of bearded bright eyed bootstraped men fellowship. dizzied daylight creeks through an old clanky fan on a window pane. it harmonizes slowly with the houses of the native holy sons and daughters, who create an original psalm.