Wild Onions

Wild Onions

A Poem by Terryg

Let us rise early with birds

some day one morning

shaking the dew off the plains.

 

We might begin by sleeping

then we will wake up

chasing lizards from our boots.

 

Then we'll go hunt wild onions

breakfast will like them.

Stay close, these onions are wild.

 

Yes, we will dream we are lost,

out there scared but still

we will hunt the wild onion.

Be warned" might be more wild things
out: wild deer, ducks, and
a small bottle of whiskey.

 

Comelinas on the left,

sage brush on right; so

we best stay close to the road.

 

The buffalo grass will be

two and half inch"large

for these plains.  'Grows wild as well.

 

Remember: leaflets in three,

leave 'em be.  Okay?

Those are poison plants. Leave 'em.

 

All we will want will be wild

onions, then breakfast.

We might go check by the lake.

 

© 2011 Terryg


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