Let me capture for you the beauty
that unfolds before me on my
The visual beauty of rolling hills
that leaves footprints from the past
with streaming brooks and jumping
fish wanting to feed.
Pastures teaming with green grass,
Tumble-weed and clover blossoming
under the feet of sleepy-eyed buffalo.
Shadows moving about the swaying
boughs of tired trees that rise up from
ancient pasts when painted warriors
fell protecting their rights for prairie
Sleep in peace and let lilies dress your
ancestry plains that rise up now like
a dusty beam cast by a waking golden
sun, as a chugging tractor unfolds the
soil before it, releasing the scented
sweet flutter of thrashed hay.
My heart is rooted to the land with the
lonely call of a coyote as it crosses
before the great divide, dark clouds rise
overhead concealing the sun to the moons
hanging veil to sleep now, tomorrow is
not yet risen.
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