Terry D. Sutherland

PRAIRIE LIFE

Cinders from the burning coal
Paved the walkway from his home
He had given life and soul
For the crops he had grown

Montana winters were bitter and cold
The summers were hot and dry
Sometimes bumper crops were sold
Raised under Montana’s vast big sky

The sod squares that made his home
Baked for years in the summer sun
Far out west where crops are grown
From early morning until day is done

Working the land is a way of life
Not a job paid by the hour
A husband, children and wife
Raising wheat to be ground to flour