Where grass and sky dance
       Wind slips through barbed wire fences
                     Whistles through creaking barn walls
          Whips thistles dry and sends them flying
         Waits in the afternoon heat
         Wanders through the evening’s cool
              Waltzes with bluestem to meadowlark song.

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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