PRAIRIE

PRAIRIE

Make my home in the sandy loam
With the tumble weeds and bleached cow bones

With the rusty nails and the raised-up grain
Where the ground cracks-up from the lack of rain

With the broken arrow and the broken bow
The forgotten trails of buffalo

Under the sun and unclouded sky
Where the scissor-tails and eagles fly

Where barbed wire fences sag and bend
And the earth surrenders to the wind