The wind wailed across the prairie
Giving voice to a darkened sky
Calling to those that seem unwary
Pay more attention to its cry.
Watch the clouds that sail in air
And move from dawn to dark.
Grey mists that shade lights glare
And travel heavens graceful arc.
Feel the earth men glorify
And run through fields of green
Where skies are blue and birds still fly
So much is left unseen.
Ormsby – A place to be