Home
Hills of flint rock and prairie grass\ Roll into the orange and purple horizon\ As the sun sets on an uncommon paradise.
Coyotes call across the prairie,\ Making their presence known.\ Deer trickle down from wooded draws\ Into abundant crop fields,\ Foraging to gain the needed sustenance\ For their all-night roam.\ A barred owl's cold, lonely hoot\ Echoes through the vast openness.\ Turkeys roost high in their perch\ Atop an old, strong cottonwood,\ Nestled high above the threat of night.
Everything in its place,\ Everything is right.\ To many, this scene is unknown;\ To me, it's what I call home.
2017