Prarie Song
Published by GHC • Aug 9th, 2009 • Category: Poetry, by HorseFeathersby HorseFeathers, age 16
Upon a broken field
stands my little wooden cabin
beneath the willow tree
Every night is crystal clear
gentle winds playing with my chimes
The crickets perform at my door
But of it all, oh of it all
the white horseman
stands for all
He comes every evening
when the sun sets to rest
with his guitar, and his riding
upon the white steed
He sings to me every night
One song by moon’s light
“Kansas, sweet Kansas land divine
Like the earth and the sky our love binds”
Never does it ring old
or do I tire at his voice
For when I hear the trit and trot
of his majestic horse
I light a candle on the sill
and listen with delight
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There’s a certain mystery to this poem. I can picture perfectly the serene night with that mesmerising trot, the voice of the horseman and that one candle on the sill. Very calming and beautiful writing, almost like a lullaby. Fabulous job HorseFeathers! Absolutely fabulous.
That is amazing! Everything so perfectly described.
Agreed with Madelaina. I could see the picture in my head, and for some strange reason it reminded me of the book Little House on the Prairie :)
~Michelle
Thanks mates! =0) I sort of wrote this poem to give a dreamy feeling to the readers. You might say its sort of a horsey love poem. =0) And Yeah Michelle now that you mention it it does sort of remind me of Laura’s house.
~HF
i like it! i can see it! and hear the voice! ahh the sweet contry!!! :-)
Beautiful poem! I love the details you put into the poem!
Thats an amazing poem, i love all of the details its great:)
I really really like them i really think you should be famouse for wrting these poems there great:)
I was able to imagine it so easily. Good job HorseFeathers!
Thanks mates! I appreciate it, i cant wait till general submissions open up so everyone can send in their ditties and poems, and stories!! =0)
~HF
sounds like a beautiful thing!