The Prairie

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A smoky haze
Blinds the modern soul
An untouched prairie
Man cannot control
Long tall grasses
And mem’ries of past
‘Tis God’s will
That this beauty does last
I sit here alone
In the remnants of a trail
This beauty cannot be ranked
On an average scale
Four wagon wheels
Surround me now
On this wond’rous prairie
Untouched by the plow
Allowing us to see a land
So soft, so sweet
And ever so grand
May God see this place and smile
As I have today
On the prairie





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