Prairie

Prairie You’re a sea of beige Gold Grey in the light Your beautiful But almost no one walks on you Surrounded by highways But always alone Preserved by man Agriculture Hewn to grow You provide Flowers were handed to grace your dreary landscape Tangled in among the weeds and wheat Far away from grabbing hands An award to the few souls who walk on you Care and tend for you Beauty to those who look And don’t just drive by Really You’re a sea of colour