There is a flat plain
With wisps of crisp grass
Yellowed and dry
Captured in the mass
Of space and time
The prairie of the life that was
With its wagon ruts
Cut by the wheels of fate and design
As moments rolled on
And left it all behind
There is a flat plain
With wisps of crisp grass
Yellowed and dry
Captured in the mass
Of space and time
The prairie of the life that was
With its wagon ruts
Cut by the wheels of fate and design
As moments rolled on
And left it all behind
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Lorna,
Great metaphors to express
“The prairie of the life that was”!
We must do our best
to remember the best
of times!
A super write with an awesome song that brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it! A personal favorite of mine!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
So glad you liked Laura......... and yes, the song is almost emotional blackmail because it never fails to bring tears...........
Super write Lorna, those memories can be so wonderful, all it needs is a special moment to trigger them.
There are so many Andy!
A fine write Lorna. You home now, after trudging over them prairies?!
Wasn't trudging..... was dancing!
you seem to have captured the very essence of the prairie here ... magic and seemingly timeless true... N
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