Same picture different take
Taming open range
Man’s steel stretched mile after mile
-Wild meadowlarks singBarbwire strung for land’s control
Rebel sings the sweetest song
©2020 cj holm
PrairieChat
Thoughts from the Heartland
Same picture different take
Taming open range
Man’s steel stretched mile after mile
-Wild meadowlarks singBarbwire strung for land’s control
Rebel sings the sweetest song
©2020 cj holm
PrairieChat 
I like that song they’re singing. It sounds like it could be a Johnny Cash or some group from the 60s like The Who, or Crosby Stills & Nash.
I hear the meadowlark singing
On the open range
He’s sitting on barbwire, rusted and bent
Oh I’m out in North Dakota, just driving along
Oh that bird keeps on singing, his Dakota song!
When I was just a young man, my daddy told me son
Listen to the larks’ cry, It’ll put tears in your eye
And don’t sit on the barbwire; it’ll rip your butt!
Then you’ll hear the meadowlark crying and know why he cries!
You done gone did and done it. Although I may detect a bit of what we will call ‘inspiration’ in there perhaps from days gone by.
Reblogged this on ronovanwrites and commented:
I asked Clarence of PrairieChat.com to write another poem using the image from the video he shared in his Haiku for the challenges this week. And here it is.
Very nice. Give him a round of applause and a big kiss.
Absolutely gorgeous, and the video is perfect accompaniment 💜💜
Thank you
Thank you 💜
Applause!
I just write what I know!