Sesheta's 21 Days of Poetry Challenge II

Native Prairie

Silence away from the city bustle
Rustling of wind’s music to my ears
Whisper to me your secrets
Let me dream of home

Wall of thin strips waiting on lightning
Flames leap across the horizon
Leaving naught but ash behind them
To nourish the next season’s growth

Green-gold grasses taller than me
I take three steps and lose myself
Safely wrapped inside the prairie
Here I stay so none may find me

I feel the ancestors' call to follow the sun
The wind roars a beat to my heart's drum
I hear the whisper of the old land's secrets
My dreams take root and grow

My vision filled with myriad stalks
Reaching skyward everywhere I walk
All frame of reference lost in the waves
I am one small speck among the masses

Sounds from the world all blocked out
I hear the music over my loudest shout
Lush grassland calls to my blood
I wander alone toward the dusk

Prairie homeland of my mother's folk
The grassland winds call me onward
Whisper to me your secrets
Let me dream of home


Prompt Subject: The Great Outdoors - Pick Only ONE: Forest/Woods, Desert, Ocean, Mountain, River, Island, Polar Ice Cap, Prairie/Grassland
Word(s) to use: music
Word(s) not to use: beauty, beautiful, nature, natural, peaceful, serene
Other requirements/restrictions: This is descriptive poetry; must be twelve (12) lines minimum.