Prairie Poetry   
  Jacob Is

burnished pastures of grass and sedge
heavy seeds that arc the hollow stalks
his hands cup over, pull
electric fertility through fingertips

he likes the wide skies,
that sturdy men walked the pastures
before him, tamed horses,
bred cows without their broad horns

in the grass  tradition and wisdom
that speaks of no place for predators
to hide within the horizon

  Brwyn Harris
  Copyright © 2007 Brwyn Harris
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