Student
Prairie Poems
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The quiet sounds of the prairie,
crickets, birds and mice
Chirping, bobbling, singing - how nice
The buffalo in a small herd on the boundaries
Chomping, eating, walking, moving
Talking in their own secret way
Grasses and flowers swaying in the wind.
The cool breeze on your pink face.
Snowing in the winter
Growing in the spring.
Isn't nature a strange and wonderful thing?
No trees in sight,
This is a flat land
Tall grasses planted everywhere
No power plants and businesses for miles
Children laughing as they learn
About a place restored by people -
People who care.
Lauren Hickman
Stillwell Middle School, West Des Moines |
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Wind blowing from east to west
Over a vast savanna
Bison running with the herd
With freedom and no limits
But this was all long ago
Now it is farm and city
The wind blew
Settlers chasing it
The bison ran
To avoid the hunter
All beauty is lost in the confusion
The grass comes back
So do the bison
The wind sweeps over the snow
The prairie is coming back
But it is still very slow.
Lindsey
Stillwell Middle School, West Des Moines |
We would enjoy receiving more prairie
poetry,
email us at buffalo@tallgrass.org
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