Terry D. Sutherland

PRAIRIE SUN

On the windblown prairie
Parched and dry
You can see forever
To where land touches sky
The sun beats down
Day after day
Coloring the land a golden brown
Taking the green
From meadows of hay
They’ll green again
On a cloudy day
But the sun beats down
Day after day
Drying the land
To hardened clay
And the sun beats down
Day after day
A rich golden brown
The prairie will stay

©Copyright March 29, 2008 by Terry D. Sutherland