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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



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