Friday, July 7, 2017

The Prairie Speaks

The Prairie Speaks
 By Elece Hollis

The prairie speaks in color. 
Oh so quiet sound;
Sweet and soft––to the point 
Always most profound.

The prairie speaks in texture,
Rough and rustling grass
She speaks in ribs, in lines, in points
She touches all who pass.

The prairie speaks in light somehow;
Finds just the words to say,
To let your listening soul hear
What it needs today.

The prairie speaks with fragrance,
Speaks distinctly, I suppose.
Whispers the secrets that she tells
Directly to your nose.

The prairie speaks with music
That no symphony can play.
Wind, rain, grasshoppers, birds 
Sound both night and day.

So walk out on the prairie, 
Listen with your heart;
And you will find there notes to read
Before you must depart.

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