Indiana
Walking in the prairie an ocean of tall green grass bending in the summer
breeze. I breath in the sweet smell of home.
I wander past the sunflowers and queen ann’s lace, I see a blaze of monarchs flutter over milkweed until I reach the boggy ditches along the railroad tracks
The glory of the spring meadow with wild asparagus growing on the sandy hillside and onions that grow near the cattail stand near the tracks. I peer through the curtain of cattails and see tadpoles swimming in the brackish water
I turn, startled by the red wing blackbird with feathers furled perched on the cattails he jealously guards; as he voices his protest to my presence of his marshy home,
The cool of the evening brings out a peaceful serenade of crickets and croaking frogs. The vault of heaven opens with the twinkling display of lightening bugs illuminating the night sky. Like shooting stars, each one a wish, as I dance in their magical light.
As sunset falls the robin sings her farewell song and day is done –
In the distance a mournful train whistle summons the new morn.