To The Far Horizons

bigpapadan on Jan 20, 2011

The life in the long grass.

Like an undulating creature,

the long grass blows gently;

movement of earth’s harmonies,

rich smells of earth and life.

To the far horizons it rolls,

a unceasing tide of bounty;

calling forth the strong, the brave,

to the gentle need of creation.

I sing in this plain, joyous,

as the sky’s blue vastness spreads;

hark-en to the sound of the earth,

as the it tells it’s every present tale.

Oh, these sheets of grass and grain,

that beckon the brave and bold;

to birth, creation and peace,

only few, capable of the answer.

Upon this sea, journeys and lives

started and ended, touched soft

by this constant wind.

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LOVELYHONEY on Jan 20, 2011
the wilderness of Texas greenery
we can see
through THE EYES OF your poetry
the far horizons that they be
I too wrote the
Far Pavillions
do see
Karen Gross on Jan 20, 2011
LOL – did you write this after I commented on your last poem that it made me long for the sea, rather than this land-locked prairie?

This poem resonates with my memories of childhood on the prairies, lying in the fragrant green grass, chewing on bits of grass roots, making whistles out of broad leafs of grass, and nights of gazing up at the broad sky, sometimes punctuated with shooting stars, or decorated with the exquisite vibrant beauty of the northern lights, and catching fireflies in a jar to make a nightlight, only to be told by mom to let them go…

OK – the prairies are good too. But I long to see the sea. Someday.
Angela Ohm on Jan 20, 2011
This is an amazing poem ! So beautiful ! Thank you for sharing !

Angela
Guy Hogan on Jan 20, 2011
Reading this poem makes me feel peaceful inside.
Jimmy Shilaho on Jan 21, 2011
Very beautiful lines.

Hi there!