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On The Prairie
John I. Blair
Braced against wind, feet firm on dirt,
Nothing around but sky and grass,
On prairie I know I live upon the Earth.
It's said we foreigners at first
Felt like clinging against this ground
To keep from falling, prairie seemed so queer.
But I find prairie land so free,
Expanding of my mind and soul,
I want to be no other place but here;
And when I'm down from too much town
I seek a prairie space to stand,
Half-drunk with waving grass and blowing wind.
(c)2002 John I. Blair
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