Prairie Grass

by John Brummel - Not entered

I look upon a priarie
peace, quiet, inspiring,
to walk on priarie grass
among the wildflowers;
the ladies' tresses, black-eyed Susans,
sunflowers, katydids on a flower,
spiderwebs in the sun,
shining like nature's jewels
in the early morning sun,
to look out at the gamma grass.

This is how it is meant to be.
I dream of the numberless buffalo
who once roamed this prairie grass.
Will it ever be their home again?
Nature's peaceful priarie home,
of poppy mallow, butterfly weed, blackeyed Susan.

What is the mystery of this prairie,
the native grasses
that solace the soul,
that give us a sense
of peace and quiet?
Is it the power the prairie has
to touch our spirit?

Reason for writing:

    I have been on the plains a good deal. Prairies are a familiar place for me and inpirational. They give me a personal experience of the country, nature and the heartland. I have been over and through them and they move me.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-06-14 19:07:10
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:50
Poem ID: 45091

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