Wind of the Prairie
Warm air dances in the prairie
In the hot sunny day.
The arid smell comes across
The barbed wire to harm my mind;
Relaxing under the evergreen,
Viewing the heat of the summer scene.
A rice farmer with sun-baked skin;
His old sandals secure the feet
From the drought.
He looks up to the bright sky
And down the waterless canal.
The shallowness of the Mekong River:
Mother Nature or the face of destiny;
Deal with the fruitless harvest;
Have to beg to feed the family
Like in a few recent years.
Warm air dances in the prairie
Blurs the farmer’s figure
Then he disappears in the air.
I grasp and uproot the dry grass:
The nostalgic dream has just passed.
Copyright © Xaysouvanh Phengphong | Year Posted 2014
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