Lessons from the prairie

When rise I and take the days first light,
and a morns cold air cuts at my nose,

Move does my mind like when comes to sight,
man to coyote not purely foes,

A perceptive stillness lives this place,
a dour demeanor dwells it's air,

Restless like lightning giving chase,
and mind with fear becomes the hare,

Consumed by a hunger of the heart,
and driven forth in eternal hunt,

Lessons learned from the prairie upstart,
prove not as useful when weapons blunt.

Reviews

[Destinyxi]

I enjoyed reading this poem! Very well written.

[Gideon X. A. Elson]

Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed it

[Ayvid N]

I felt the hunger of the prairie. The terror of the hunted, the thrill of the chase. The poem took me right there.

[Gideon X. A. Elson]

Thank you for the kind words!

[Ayvid N]

You are welcome!