Songs of the Prairie

riding down an older trail
the golden wheat heads wave and wail

a horse’s trot through the high prairie hay
the mosquitoes whine to the rhythm and sway

we lay our heads on the warm prairie earth
the crickets sing us a chirping verse

when we wake we spy a hawk in the sky
swoops on by with a woosh and a cry

the plains are alive
as the swallows dip and dive
the sparrows shuck and jive
around the bees in the hive

the strains of the plains
make the ponies want to roam
they call our names and they bring us on home

riding down an older trail
the golden wheat heads wave and wail