The Tall Grass Prairie

The Spirit of God is in the wind that glides across the land- stirring the tall Blue Stem into billowing waves of grass, that roll toward snow-topped mountains- defining the distant horizon- mountains appearing nearly as purple as those grape flavored ices cast on wooden sticks- that most children find so appealing. Majestic birds of prey glide effortless overhead, riding invisible currents of air- like escalators in the sky- adding their plaintive calls to that of the incessant wind. Below, furry creatures scurry for cover- reminiscent of soldiers on fields of strife- desperately fearing overhead activity and sounds. Wild prairie flowers of all colors and variety bloom profusely, diffused throughout a tapestry of green- like colored glass ornaments on a Christmas tree. Virgin land never touched by plow or defiled with post and wire. So grand, the Tall Grass Prairie- once so vast, now nearly forever gone - replaced with corn, beans, and wheat. Tis true that a prosperous people must eat- but can’t what little is left be preserved for posterity, as a constant reminder that even prosperity has a price?