Wind of the Prairie

Warm air dances in the prairie In a hot sunny day 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 sunbaked skin, His old sandals secure the feet From the drought land. He looks up to the bright sky And down the waterless canals The shallow 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 shape Then he disappears in the air I grasp and uproot the dry grass The nostalgic dream has just passed.