Needed

my sweet peas
bloom on the widow’s side
where they’re needed

Ego

parrot
my alter ego
tells me I’m beautiful
I live above it

soldier’s troubled mind
stained by bloody scenes
ah! comfort of song birds

Grass Land

short-grass prairie
close-cropped by herds of buffalo
broken by the plough

The Slough

cat-tails rustling
in the frozen slough
collect drifting snow
spilling their hearts out
to an oblivious wind

Anchored

planted here
in this dry land—my roots go deep
anchored to the sun

Today I’m starting a series of posts dedicated to my love for the prairies.

Love This Land!

if I can carry
the prairie in my heart
I can go anywhere