Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Prairie Blessing

Prairie Blessing 18-101Z

In the tall grass of late Spring
Brushes against my waist
Lush green of high plains

Visit this memory often
A place of calm
Father walks beside

Quietly, side by side
Wind rustles grass
Meadowlarks loudly sing

Heads of grass bowed
Heavy with seed
Honoring us as we pass

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-101Z)

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