. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . where ImagInatIon comes to play

Thursday, August 5, 2010

If you're not from the prairie, You've not heard the grass, You've never heard grass...
       In strong summer winds, the grains and grass bend
       And say to a dance that seems never to end.
       It whispers its secrets -- they tell of this land
       And the rhythm of life played by nature's own hand.
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image: HENRY RIPPLINGER
story: DAVID BOUCHARD
from, If you're not from the prairie . . .

2 comments:

stuart said...

my prairie soul smiles ... sigh ... and thanks

Oddyoddyo13 said...

Loved that one-it reminded me of the movie August Rush when he could imagine notes in a field of wheat...