Grassland

 

 The breath of October

embraces the countryside

the bicycle tires

awaken the horned toad

he scurries from the trail

 

As I reach the gravel road

stop to taste the water

upon my tongue

I see a coyote in the distance

finding comfort

as I listened to the quiet

comforting voice

of this prairie land

 

I reach down and pick straw like piece of grass

I chew on it

As I reach down to let dustier flow through my fingers

Feeling the warm and sadness with this land

 

For a century now

my kin have dwelt near here

knowing love

given birth

living

returning to the dust of the land

 

Soon it will be forgot memory

Our laughter

our dreams

our way of life is gone

but the beauty here

does  live on

 

Pawnee National Grassland