The Stark Reality of Prairie Trees

 The Stark Reality of Prairie Trees


Scraggly sticks stuck in stubbled soil,

a sad giant’s poor playthings.


Stunted stems in rows and ringing homesteads,

a human endeavour to stave off sweeping winds.


Scrawny clutching claws outstretched,

a striving to grasp into endless expanse.


Dwarfed are these otherwise towering trees

by sheer infinity of space between earth and ether.


Denuded stark gnarled limbs

drawn against such bounteous backdrop of blue.


Diminished, with no hope inspiring awe in themselves, instead,

by association granting glory to the prairie skies.





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