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My Home On the Prairie My little cabin, small and humble on short stilts above the ground I am never really alone out here though it's the only one around. With 2 feet of air space under me and a high porch to gaurd the door a breeze, if ever there is one will brush across my floor. The trantula's down under me and the snakes that rattle their tales are happy to lay quietly in the airspace under the stairs. Early each morning I step outside to see and feel fresh air sometimes it feels wonderful but lately it's not there. The wind has stopped her breathing the rain no longer falls the dew comes not in the morning and the dust has entered the well. Even the staunch and stubborn sunflower has no seed to share this year the scarecrow stands indignently there are no birds to scare. The wildfires have stolen from me the shade trees, and the garden My little pond I once adored is now mud; cracked and hardened. . Now the eagle and the crow wild turkeys and the grouse call my name nevermore or roost atop my house. .Alas! the locust showing his strength too soon upon the plain and all the prairie grass is gone along with the beans and the grains. Inside my blanket door I keep a rifle and a pick; one to scare the coyote's away the other for the snakes. And yet, I stay here, on the prairie with air too hot to breathe For I would have no other home if I would have to leave. It's hot and dry and very dirty but here is a world of my own cactus, aloe, and yucca plants and prairie dogs to invade my home. So leave me out here when I die my bones buried under the dust but set my ashes out to fly on my prairie to boom or bust. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2006-07-05 13:39:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.87500
This brought back many memories, the prairie dog, dust, heat, and wind. Good descriptives here. The wildfires are something else to behold. Right now there are several threatening one of the communities I used to live in. However you got to watch your spelling. I've picked up on at least four words Do you not use spell check? I liked the passage about the rifle and the pick. Very apropos but the coyotes never really bothered us. I think they were more afraid of us than we of them.