Lessons from the prairieA Poem by Gideon X. A. Elson
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. © 2022 Gideon X. A. Elson |
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2 Reviews Added on December 11, 2022 Last Updated on December 11, 2022 AuthorGideon X. A. ElsonKeytesville, MOAboutI'm nobody important, but I do find life more bearable when I create things be it writing poetry, music, photography or rambling nonsense. I like to write in rhyme and meter, though must admit emphasi.. more..Writing
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