This land I love by Keith D Allison In the morning I shall climb to the top of the bluff where the big kitties play gazing out across the plains to watch the sun rise again The first day of the August winds about to come forth so many shades of green I don't recall this is a semiarid land the horses are standing in grass to their knees looking at this land so foreign to me The grass so tall with heads of grain Brown dancing to bronze the golden yellow bleaching two shades of white in a sea of green that I just don't recall in this land I call home the Prairie does a dance in flowers like spring its is almost August you know the cactus and the sagebrush can they remember a late summer with so many shades of green 07/30/2009 Posted on 07/31/2009 Copyright © 2026 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 07/31/09 at 01:13 PM "The Prairie does a dance" is a great line and I've seen fields of wheat do just that for as far as the eye can see. It is a breath taking sight. Nice write. Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/02/09 at 09:32 PM Oh, you have pained me. I have had a real bad case of wanderlust lately - missing the west. And you have exacerbated the malady with this beautiful poem. The images are so evocative to me. I have visited the plains and mountains and would love to go back in such a way that I could linger more than a night or day in one place. Thanks for the picture - you are a wordRemmington. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)