The grasslands stretch as far as the eye can see,
As flat as anything can be,
Unending fields of corn and wheat,
Yielding huge harvests that none can beat,
Feeding millions of homes and hearth,
Prairies are the wheat basket of the earth!
Long ago, bisons and grizzlies roamed these lands,
Red Indians fought in war bands,
Cowboys roped in cattle from far and wide,
With time, things changed with the tide.
It is all part of history,
To many it seems a mystery,
Of times when the prairies were unspoilt and pure,
But nature here was tamed by man for sure.
The prairies are still a beautiful sight,
Glowing gold and auburn in the morning light,
Flowers bloom and sway in the wind of the morning,
As winter frost gives way to a glorious spring.
The Prairies
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014 with permission of the Author.
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