Running to the horizon
I followed the whistling wind
Passing boulders on hillsides
That witnessed countless morning suns.

I listened to distant echoes
Of thunder struck long ago,
Captured in dark, deep valleys
Carved by summer storms.

Forests of cottonwoods
Giving shelter to life
Reaching to the heavens
While dancing in the breeze.

The story of the prairie
Surrounds me through the day.
A journey across the grassland
Shared by all who came this way.

-Clarence Holm