Pure Winds

Pure winds

Beautiful prairie,

Tall grass,

Kissing the dew.

 

Mighty fork,

Winding tributary.

Escorted by the

Grass Fescue.

 

Aged trees

Standing in groves,

Greets the fowl

of dawn.

 

Talking bison,

Muffled tone.

Still awakens the

Merry prairie dog.

 

Lone rider

Haulin’ mail across the plains,

Headin’ west, for

Sacramento--

 

Indian warrior,

On plains self-same.

Ensures this mailman will see

No tomorrow.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Pure winds from a pure poetic voice and pen...Bravo......................

[joshua sky]

Thanks so much Sami! I'm overjoyed, frankly, that there's outlets like this that we can share and read each other's works. Thanks for all you do!

[Sami Khalil]

True...You are welcome...:).................

[Sasha]

Loved how you described it :)

Nice one !

[joshua sky]

Thank you Sasha for the kind words and for stopping by. :)

[Sasha]

Your welcome :)