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Prayers For Greater Rains
Prayers for Greater Rains
David J Walker
I am no
Stranger to this land
I know each name
Of the forest of grasses
In the trails carved of rain
And the crease of crevasses
that travail the passes to the
Mesa’s that fain the same calling
As far away snowcapped mountains
That refrain from falling down
And bowing to the
Torrents of wind
That are back again
To claim
The exposed framework of
Plowed farmlands exposed by
Farm-men
Who live in the holiness and
loneliness of the red dust
of their own making
solitude for the taking
I am no
Stranger to the pains
Of bowing to demands of
Of living off the lands
Of meager means and smaller gains
And that which remains
Of the prayers for grater rains
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David Walker
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