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?
Copyright © Curtis Forsythe | Year Posted 2018
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