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)