I walked alone on prairie trail
Through knee high grass in summer.
Feel August sunlight on my neck
And watch the wandering wind.
The shimmering vista stretches for tomorrow
As I dreamed of times before
Conjure sights of ancient herds
Hearing echoes of thunderous hooves
I think of the mighty Tonka
That provided a way of life
Meat and hide, sinew strong
Weaving memories in drummer’s song
The killdeer’s cries a sharp alarm
Turns my attention home
To evening honeysuckle pleasure
That I’ll share with you alone.
Very nice. You’re a gifted writer!