Whirligig

Whirligig sailing across the prairie, chasing it's own gyrating tail. Up and down, in and out, merrily, climbing higher, it almost pales. Bringing tears to your eyes, from floating dust in the air. Breathless, you let out a sigh, as long as it's floating near. Reach out and feel it near by, easing past, elusive to your touch. Dancing higher up into the sky, thunder drums beat, as, at it you clutch. Watch the golden wheatfields, as they sway, twisting and turning in and out, all about. Whirligig flight's move up, up, and away, moving from hill to hill, a twisted spout. Receeding little by little, bit by bit, down it's twisted winding path. Over hills of grain, getting smaller as it goes gently dissappears, then is gone at last.