The Prairie Daze

The sway, the sway

Of golden grains

A golden day

Of sighing song

 

The song, the song

Of swallows flight

On autumn’s song

Of swirling breeze

 

The breeze, the breeze

Of warm caress

A whispering tease

Of falling sun

 

The sun, the sun

Of glowing life

On prairie dun

Of wheat fields sway

 

The sway, the sway,

Of golden grains

A golden day

Of sighing song

 

The song, the song

Of crickets singing

On a twilight gong

Of the ending day

 

 

I thought I would try something a little different; writing within a certain amount of syllables. While I usually stick to my own made up rules, I’ll try to keep it sounding good, over the rules I set. So, this was a quick experiment, that I will have to decide it if worked, later.

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