Sunday, August 7, 2016

Prairie Oasis

                       Prairie Oasis

Never been bothered to stand alone.
Beside the irrigation ditch water babbling flows.
Making a statement on edge of the fields.
Boughs rise in worship caressed in early morn's light.

Eagles, hawks, and owls find perch in my presence.
Shade for the fawn in midday prairie heat.
Sing summer harmonies rustling my leaves,
With melodic meadowlarks and meandering water.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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