The city boy
Looks at the bread on his table
And remembers the prairie
Looks at the bread on his table
And remembers the prairie
Tag: prairie
Vanishing Point
Once, there were days
Many days
When I had nowhere to go
And all day to get there
Now I seem to be
Everywhere at once
But nowhere at all
All the time
Five Silos
Oh, this sun-burnished anvil of earth
Beneath a steely sky
Five silos, massive
Diminished in a forever landscape
Over which the trundlings of men
And their machinery
Leave ephemeral marks
Lingering only so long
As the labour which creates them
Beneath a steely sky
Five silos, massive
Diminished in a forever landscape
Over which the trundlings of men
And their machinery
Leave ephemeral marks
Lingering only so long
As the labour which creates them
While I am but a moment’s reflection
An existential comma
In an expanse which cares not
That I think
Or that I think that I am
Not that I care
What the expanse thinks
Though I am glad that it is
Emptiness ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #153
On the prairie
Where the land is wide
And the sky is high and pretty
Where the land is wide
And the sky is high and pretty
Gravel and dust and grain
Roads that go on forever
In the mountains
I feel diminutive
Until I climb
And conquer one
Stand on top of the world
What is there to conquer here
But a thousand miles
Of horizon
Rangeland Sunset
Making time
Across a wide flat land
Sky burnished amber
Prairie icons
Punctuate the horizon
In a place of
Simplest existence
Simple and hard
And I drive on
Across a wide flat land
Sky burnished amber
Prairie icons
Punctuate the horizon
In a place of
Simplest existence
Simple and hard
And I drive on
The Rockies
They rise
Like a Wall
The Rockies
Like a Wall
The Rockies
Towering
Above the land
Which for a thousand miles
Has known only sky
And a horizon
Beyond infinity
We enter here
By the millions
Entranced
