Prairie Dreams

A wide expanse of sky

Before me, behind me, beside me

Alone on this ridge

Alone in this vast space

Alone, but not lonely

I feel the breeze caress my face

The sun smiling its warmth on

My face, my arms, my body

The tall grass brushes against my jean clad legs

In a dance, a tango with the wind

Upon the wind is a faint scent of flowers

The flowers among the grass

Are being visited by buzzing bees and butterflies

A huge old oak down the hill

Spreads its gracious branches

The shade beckons, calling me to lie beneath

Its limbs to share the space with

The birds and squirrels enjoying its open arms

The clouds to my left are growing

Dark and heavy with wonderful rain

The smell of wet earth will soon be here

Comforting and beautiful

There is a distant ringing

Pulling me, leading me away from this prairie

It is time to wake up and go

Prairie dreams will stay here

In my dreams, in my memories

Time no longer standing still

But marching its continuous march