Come Join Me on the Prairie
There will be sounds of summer winds in grain,
Brown rolling slopes, some owls and prairie dogs
Alert upon the agate-dotted plain.
You'll learn the pleasant way a cayuse jogs.
To lifted eyes the little badland buttes
Show faintly blue some fifty miles away.
You'll see the brown Big Muddy where it chutes
Through willowed sandbars shining green and gray.
A band of horses dots the distant swell,
A herd of cattle clusters round a well.
Orange cactus flowers throw a color splotch
Across the hard pan. There are roses, too.
We'll lie amid the buffalo grass and watch
The prairie eagles coasting down the blue.
Harvey Jackins
from Zest Is Best
Last modified: 2019-05-02 14:41:35+00