Bluestem Poems - Poems about Bluestem

...My Valley Tucked away in the north-central part of the state, about ten miles or so from where the clear and slow-moving water of the Grand River mixes with the quickly rolling mud of the Missouri......Read the rest...

...Prologue Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion. It is an unwitting monument to a way of life, Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife. Ant......Read the rest...

...A Prairie In The Wind Here in April, the prairie wind at my back while white clouds mottle scarce new grass, I hold in my hand what has stayed in the jacket for all the long months since Nove......Read the rest...

... There’s a beguiling danger in beauty… seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair, I envisaged this lusciously lavish landscape of sun-raptured heavenly......Read the rest...

...How to break an addiction. Decide to live. What can I learn from my pain. Danger. And friends are merely friendly, live on independent of your injury. You will not be missed in church on Sunday. ......Read the rest...

...What else do we have but what we can hold in our own two hands? Reticent whispers of honey sprinkle on my chest and I find that soughs deplete the sweetness ......Read the rest...

...On those endless rides of childhood Down trails of dark and light, There are those that you remember And those that haunt your night. The green fresh days of farm and ranch When you raised you......Read the rest...

...Ireland, ancient song of my soul, a haunting melody that strains against the wind and leaves me searching for my distant pasts. Monasterevin, Armagh, Inish Mor… I hear your voices. The b......Read the rest...

...Ireland, ancient song of my soul, a haunting melody that strains against the wind and leaves me searching for my distant pasts. Monasterevin, Armagh, Inish Mor… I hear your voices. The b......Read the rest...