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| Dismal dreary prairie |
| by Harriet Oliver |
A dismal sheen
illuminates a flock of birds as they fly
on keen to lead, others been between
descending, then ascending in the sky so high.
Further yonder's visible a shore lined ocean
seemingly living as waves seem to breathe
and tides come in motion
leading to believe there's fish beneath.
A river's flow finally expediated
travelling from prairie to sea much cheered
past homes dilapidated
and fields of corn cleared.
The next of kin's akin
to wear clothes spun & made
for the occasional merry din
or a picnic in the shade.
On that far prairie
in fair weather every day's the same
as God's creatures are free
to go as they came. |
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