Vastness across a prairie sky
While with paintbox on truck seat
I sit, while waiting for a dump
Of John Deere combine..
Pausing, while sipping iced tea,
Coulees, and lake
Make a large ribbon of color
On my horizon through my windshield
As I brush it on my watercolor paper.
Hearing the sound of distant tractor,
Fresh prairie air, my air conditioner blows,
While special sound effects of hawks,
Prairie gulls fly screeching over fallowed fields.
Cerulean sky with cirrus clouds, and tonight's
Sunset of colors will soon come.
As shadows of the sky appear in the valley below.
This is a life close to nature,
A healthy existence of enjoyment
When one can be at one with God's creation
To make a living this way is heaven, I muse.
Roar of combine tells me, to start up
The truck, once again
Another load "on the move" so they call it.
Driving at one mile an hour to drive as
He dumps the wheat into the back of the box.
As so on to more blissful reflections, on another
Harvest day
Tonight is just another day of stored memories
Forever remembered in my mind and heart!
We farmed in Saskatchewan,Canada.
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