On the Prairie
I feel refreshed, restored, renewed
On the Prairie
I see the darkest night, the brightest sunrise, the biggest open sky
On the Prairie
I smell scared skunks, fields of fresh dirt, farms of cattle
On the Prairie
I hear the wind, familiar voices, grandpa’s polka
On the Prairie
I find healing, hope, direction
On the Prairie
I remember, reflect, dream
On the Prairie
I breathe.
Every November, my family and I pack up our van and drive 20+ hours to visit family in the Northern Plains. I cherish this time of “escape” from my normal routine.
I’m attempting to post every Tuesday as part of the weekly Slice of Life over at Two Writing Teachers.
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