Prairie Poems

TEXAS PRAIRIE PARADISE

TEXAS PRAIRIE PARADISE
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here, where the horizon bends.
the morning sun spills its warmth. 
the Texas prairie stretches~
a vast unbroken beauty where
golden grasses sway.

the air, thick with the scent of sage,
wraps around me like a familiar embrace.
dust motes dance in the light,
tiny galaxies suspended
in the quiet splendor of morning.

cacti punctuate the landscape
these sentinels of resilience,
their spines reminding

Blackland Prairie

BLACKLAND PRAIRIE

From Red River down to San Antone,  
The Blackland Prairie’s all but gone—  
Scoured clean by progress, tilled and torn,  
By “civilized” greed, excess born,  
A plundered land that mourns the dawn.

Where bison and pronghorn used to roam  
In numbers lost in time and stone  
Now parking lots

Whispers of the Prairie

Out where the cottonwoods lean on the breeze,
and rivers carve songs through the sage,
a lone rider hums to the hush of the trees,
an echo of some other age.

His boots wear the dust of a thousand trails,
his hat wears the weight of the sun,
but his heart still believes in wide-open tales,
and dreams in the key of

Princess of the Prairie

Princess of the Prairie, with hair of golden flax,
smiling from a picture frame, looking through the cracks.
You grew up on a farm, not far from Saskatoon,
close to Joni Mitchell, under a harvest moon.
It was four strong winds that blew you to L.A.
I was eighteen when I met you. I well remember it today. 
Fortunate was

Prairie Winds

March is a good time
to be a thin branch
in a treeless landscape.
You can catch hold of a wind-serpent
in your upheld hands,
a sea-creature born to be
the innards of the sky.
When high rains surf
a flat-faced landscape
mountains of air,
can pitch you pell-mell
onto darkly crashing shores,
margins you once mistook
for yourself.

Twas a Prairie Life

There are clouds on the horizon
Winds are blowing in from the east
The washing's still out on the line
And the Sunday's best is all creased

The cows are waiting on their feed
For the prairie grass in long gone
We can see they're growing restless
And they'll need milking come the dawn

The eldest now talks of college
It's a doctor he

Don't Bury Courtesy On the Political Prairie -Based on Western Ballad

Oh don’t bury courtesy 
on the political Prairie. 

Where politicians rant
And tell words I can’t; 

Say in a crowd 
or even whisper out loud. 

Oh bury courtesy not on the political Prairie. 

Where the politicians howl
and untruths flow free.

Oh bury courtesy not!

These words came loud and pleading 
from many citizenry. 

But they took no heed
those

Ghost and Tex - Part 2

But the sun beating down was taking its toll
Red started to fade though he'd given his soul
they reached the exchange both were ragged and sore
Tex jumped on Blackie and was ready for more

Blackie was a young horse so full of spirit
he'd catch up to Ghost or at least damned near it
Behind them the sun met

Ballad of Ghost and Tex - Part I

There’s many a tale that spreads across the night
when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light. 
Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the plains, 
scratching a living using their rope and reins

A few were happy when it came time to tell, 
but many of them were just sadder than hell
Cause most of them

Good Night and Sweet Dreams

I always hear the sound of guitars strumming
harmonica music and cowboys humming
when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face

Whenever I look at a summer night sky 
or hear the sound of a coyote's lonesome cry
it always takes me back to that peaceful place

Where men who did not care where they spit or cussed
with

Happy Trails My Friend

~ Happy Trails My Friend…
There ain’t no worn in path across life’s prairie 
to show which is the right way for us to go
If we‘ve chosen right or wrong is just something
that we probably ain’t never gonna know

So there ain’t no need in standing at the fork
knocking our brains out to figure the right road
Either

My Dream

I have a dream I could quit drifting around
and I could take up a wife and settle down
Together we’d buy us a small piece of ground
a place we could share and let our love abound

We’d sit on the porch and smell the wildflowers
that float upon the breeze after spring showers
Hold hands and gaze at the

Just the Way It Was

‘Twas way back in them days 
when the ranch owner’s ways
was just about the only law there was around

Rancher’s money was king
and gun violence reigned
till marshal Ben Miller made his way into town

Well that town was real rough
till Ben said ‘twas enough
that’s when he used his guns to bring law to the street

But there's always

Cowboy Life Ain'T Dead

They said the cowboy way of living
has withered away and is long gone
Least that's what I seen in the movies
and heard in all them old country songs

They tell me bout how them olden days
and the way cowboy's life used to be
Is now just faded pages in books
of folklore and revered history

So I headed out to

Where the Cowboys Live

There’s only so many ways I can write a song
about a cowboy riding his horse cross the range
Are there any new words I can use to describe
the rugged mountains that tower over the plains

What else can I say about them icy cold rivers
that rapidly flows down from a snow covered peak
Or the beauty of a

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