but finds a place to be.
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So hard to find,
yet never hiding
splendor to be seen.
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Only seeking eyes can see,
beyond the progress chase
in gilded flailing haste.
To see and stop a moment, listening
And in single quiet thunder clap
of silence pending, holding breath,
deafen us to our own cacophony....
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The wonder of a prairie place
with simple time to be.
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A windswept silent sentinel,
abiding ever patiently
in timeless duty cloaked,
eternal swaying liberty
of wildflowers, waving,
in passion to be free.
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Prairie Dan 10/10/00
copyright 2000, Daniel A Johnson, All rights reserved.