PRAIRIE CONVERSATIONS

The prairies have been talking, I heard them the other day. When I was on my horse out walking, They had a lot to say.

The grass told me it was dry, And needed a drink to survive. A few blades said they might die, A few said they would revive.

The sage smelt sweet as always, But said it would take over the grass. Then be useless for cattle to graze, But pleasant to ride past.

Some rocks were in a pile, And said they must remain that way. Just as they’d been for a long while, To honor life from a lost day.

When different people lived here, And it was buffalo instead of beef. The prairies were listened to with revere, I heard all this with great belief.

Now it’s the rancher’s job to listen close, And care for the prairie without pity. To stick with her through the highs and lows, Because you can’t hear her from the city.