The Days of the Prairie Dust Bowl

June 28, 2011 at 10:00 pm (Poetry) (, )

The sun rises across the sky
while turtle doves sing out their cry
the day is fast approaching noon
intense heat sizzling soon.

Humidity fit for neither man nor beast
one must find shade to say the least
oh crackling sun accompanied by flies
even the locusts seem to be chirping sighs.

Snap! crackle! Pop! on the ground
the grass looks parched and brown
clouds appear but they are but dust
no rain and the land must rust.

Such were the days of the prairie drought
when precious water was scarce about
I look at these old photos before my eyes
and looking up
am grateful to see rain clouds in the skies.

-A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Tuesday evening June 28th 2011.

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