Death of the Prairie

By Jerry Paulus

Behold the Majestic Hawk I see

Perched in yonder tree,

Surveying the prairie fair

Seeking to catch a pheasant in his lair.

Once we saw

partridges galore

Alas, alack they are

no more.

Pheasants, Quail and Geese did we see

Coyotes mournful song, birds wheeling free.

Sadly, looking across my prairie fair

Once stunning sunsets, shining mountain vistas

And rolling prairie land

Has been ravaged by perpetrators' hand.

My heart aches...

No longer to wander my prairie fair.

Now covered by houses, concrete and asphalt jungle

The quiet peace disturbed by traffic rumble.

Lamenting my prairie fate

Sadly realizing now

too late...

The perpetrator is I.