INTO THE PLAIN

Let’s take a ride.....

A ride into the plain.

Where life is real and touchable,

And nature won’t refrain.

Where pheasants prance their dance,

And eagles soar on high,

The fox.....he leaps in glory

And the whitetail keeps his eye.

Where the noble stir the soil,

And harvest by the moon.

Bovine graze across the top,

In a graceful, quiet tune.

Where in the eve and calming lull

A windmill spills clear water.

The steeple on a prairie church

Reminds us of the potter.

Where on a hill, a lonely sight,

OLD GLORY dances on.

Just before the evenings end

And crimson brought by dawn.

Copyright © Shad Sullivan