A Prairie Song

"I am standing in the summer sun,
where the rabbits hide and the small quails run.
I listen to the prairie's song
in every breeze that comes along."
~Betty Lou Hebert, "Prairie Gentian"

I love living in the country ~

where bright prairie meets shaded woods...

shaded woods embrace emerald green swamps...

and cornflower blue chicory hugs gravel roads.

Where Queen Anne's Lace reach for azure skies...

quaint little veggie stands greet the morning sun...

and gentle hills roll into deep valleys.

Where old gates beckon you to explore...

vegetable gardens dot the hillsides...

and small ponds are home to ducks and geese.

Where towering trees dance with their own shadows...

tiny lakes sparkle beyond prairies...

and rows of cornstalks stand tall to the horizon.

Where wildflowers blanket hills...

statuesque trunks guard fenced fields...

rolling hills sigh beneath the bright morning sun...

and tiny white flowers hide in the shadows of trees.

I love living where

sunshine and shadows play hide and seek,
and serenity sings a prairie song.

"I speak to you continually.  My nature is to communicate though not always in words. I caress you with a gentle breeze that refreshes and delights you.  I speak softly in the depths of your spirit, where I have taken up residence.  You can find me in each moment, when you have eyes that see and ears that hear.  Ask My Spirit to sharpen your spiritual eyesight and hearing. I rejoice each time you discover My Presence."

~author unknown

~  Blessings  ~

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