I love our Prairie!
When I've had a tough day at work...
When I've looked in that microscope and seen cancer staring back...
When I sign the word malignant to the name of a friend...
That's when I need the prairie most.
I wander Tom's random paths.
The grasses sway overhead with the dance of the wind.
A thistle startles me with its brilliant color.
A moth soothes me with its gentle flight.
I love the prairie as fall draws near.
The grasses glow - golden and warm.
I breathe in that special prairie scent -
a mixture of grass
I can feel my blood pressure relax...
my lungs expand...
...my heart open up.
|Photo by Jennifer Schlick|
The songs of the goldfinches flit through the grasses.
They love the purple thistles.
...as do the butterflies.
The monarchs need the prairie for a resting place...
a quick drink of nectar
before the long flight to Mexico...
for the birthplace of their ancestors.
...why would you have lawn?
In the midst of this drought the lawn grasses are dull and crunchy.
We work so hard...
...and still the lawn laments the drought.
While the prairie soars high...
celebrates the bright summer sky...
fills its pathways with
brings adventure to boys and puppies.
and connection to friends long apart.
And the prairie's soft whisper
brings peace and calm
to a lone pathologist
in need of