|
Comment on this
article
Prairie Dreams
by Monica Ellen Smith
He had spent a lifetime racing with the years,
Paddling ever onward
No laggard, he
This sailor, who yet in innocence
Had been wooed
By the swift, sparkling waters
Of a crystal blue sea
But now, at the water's edge he dreamed
Of a different life
He would take the plunge
Spend his remaining years near the lea
Where the prairie wind, light as thistledown,
Would lull him peacefully
To one last sleep
Return to:
|