This beauty came from a prompt to write a poem comparing two things.
prairie girls
are prairie grasses
soft-stemmed,
bendy, we d
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deep rooted
twelve feet under,
resisting fire, stampedes, winds
known to
let prairie dogs burrow
channels for water
. down
. there
scarce now,
turned up and over
by men with plows
find us hidden
in places you won’t go
railway sidings steep
. river
. bluffs
pioneer cemeteries
we stand our ground
hold earth together
in the mesh of our l
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Love how the poem actually resembles a grass stem in the wind!
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