sometimes it happens
between storms..
the soft shift
no one sees.
the grasses turn
as they always have,
leaning into the rhythm
that remembers
year after year
the true nature
of the prairie lands.
and the prairie knows..
how to bow without breaking,
how each wave of grass
mid-tempest
still points home.
the winter cold has passed.
the grasses rise..
and within their return,
my heart
finds its Home.
You'll remember me
when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun
in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze a while
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell
as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love?
Upon the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun
in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move
like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise
when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some
that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold
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The prairie does not
remain open forever.
The gate does not
swing on air.
#Prairielands
