Prairie Poem

Oh proud prairie

Oh fertile shroud

Rooted in the black depths of antiquity

Spotted and swaying with varying degrees

Of blue, green and golden pleasures

A symphony of silent strength

Where wind and grass collide

To worship open expanse

In you I confide

Between the prayers of a Pleistocene sky

The pressure of ice

And the loft of loess

I walk in silent search

Of anything

That can exist so freely

As these erupting spirits of bloom

In concert with birds, time

Motion and tune

Oh my miserable heart

diced to bleeding pulsing squares

Roads and crops

Dust and barbed wire stares

Pitted with rust

That stain more red than ignorance

My imprisoned prairie soul

Dig deep

Into ancient soils

And find the us

In what remains

Of the plows crumbs

And the cattle's waste

Find the starry night

So far away

And let us sleep

Together

Under it

And remain