Prairie Stories

So far away the prairies range my loveThe vistasAnd the memoriesAs well We pause our gaze in recognition nowBecause we passed this way once long ago And in a hollow rests the storied barn Its shadows touchedWith dusty sunlit swirls Your hand is resting on my leg my loveYour dreamy eyes are crinkled In a smile As both of us recall our visit hereDown by the scoured channel's mossy damp Just recently the firesWere burning br...

The storm was building in the distance, but there were stars directly overhead. I had sat out enjoying the warm evening and marveling at the wind waves through the short grass prairie. Evening comes with a storm building to the west. The blanket I lay on was still warm from the afternoon sun, and the only sound was the wind rustling the grass.I had been hitchhiking my way up to Mitchell to travel further west on I-90. The...