Wild OnionsA Poem by TerrygLet 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 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.
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