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Grassland
by Keith D Allison
The breath of October
embraces the countryside
the bicycle tires
awaken the horned toad
he scurries from the trail
As I reach the gravel road
stop to taste the water
upon my tongue
I see a coyote in the distance
and find comfort
as I listened to the quiet comforting voice
of this prairie land
I reach down and pick straw like piece of grass
I chew on it
reaching again down to let dustier flow through my fingers
I feel a warm and sadness with this land
For a century now
my kin have dwelt here
love
given birth
live
and passed on
Soon it will be forgot memory
the laughter
the dreams
but the beauty here
does live on
10/04/2011 Author's Note: Pawnee National Grassland
Posted on 10/04/2011
Copyright © 2025 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 10/17/11 at 04:17 AM and you will live on too..don't you think? we touch more lives than we realize..this write made me think much..thank you |
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