Long Placesocean Poems

Open Prairies

I stand in the center of an ocean of wheat,
shimmering from the wind like ocean waves. 
The clouds, the sky, the sun, the colors of the fields 
and the touch of the warm gentle breeze.

The wild flowers and trees bordering the land,
the red earth blowing with the wind.
The sound of water from nearby streams,
ease life’s burdens away in a flash.

The vast openness of distant horizons,
as the gold heads rattle with the wind.
The red-tailed hawks squawk in the sky,
the sand-hill cranes head for a pond.

The cows graze on lush green beauty,
as I stand in a field with pen in hand.
This is the beauty I am blessed with,
whether my eyes are closed or open.