Prairie Poetry   
  Hardscrabble Hill
   
 

I have driven so many miles
down imperfect ribbons of concrete
Just hungering for the sight
Of that dark cloud of Northern spruce upon those far
hills
Blue Hill mystical Blue
Melting into the prairie skies
Like an unfathomable sea melts into a distant shore.

 
   
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