Prairie Longing

I’m looking forward to nature’s marvellous prairie display very soon.

“There’s nothing like the freedom over miles and miles of land.

And it’s something about the prairies that strangers just don’t understand.

And it’s something to feel the pull of a strong southern wind.

Smell the coming of a summer rain.

You can almost see your life before you in the land.

It’s something to see the clouds as they’re rolling in, the sun blood red in the summer sky.

You can almost hear your soul in the sounds of the whip-poor-will’s cry.

And it’s something, the space around you like it never ends.

Highways go forever and don’t look back.

You can almost see your life behind you as you pass.

And it’s something to feel the pull of a strong southern wind.

Smell the coming of a summer rain.

You can almost see your life before you in the land.”

Nothing Like the Freedom by Deborah Romeyn from “Distance in Her Eyes” album