Sonnets Stories

SPRING Our meadowlarks are nesting on the groundAs cattle sniff the breezes by the stream.Above, the sky grows dark as in a dreamAnd flashes skirt horizons all around. The grass will cover prairies with bright green,And big and little bluestem tempt each cow.As tractors move across the plain to plowThe dogs are hunting pheasants still unseen. Some evenings bring the music of the soil,And all the workers know it's time to...