PRAIRIE FLOWER FOR QUARTERMOON
Quartermoon and I have never met in person, but we have been poet friends for more than 10 years. She is a wonderful kindhearted Grandmother and mom and writes very touching poems about her Indian heritage. I will post more about her from time to time.
(For my poet friend of many years Quartermoon)
The sun blushes the cactus and sage
the flowers unfold to the morning rays.
The roadrunner hustles down the road,
Prairie Flower rises in a happy mode.
The sun peeks over the Locust tree
spreading its rays for all to see.
The Gila Monster flexes its throat,
Prairie Flower doesn’t need a coat.
The cloudless sky echoes with tunes,
all come and play among the dunes.
The Scorpion circles its prey and stalks,
Prairie Flower dons her hat and walks.
The mockingbird sings its many songs,
the Diamondback rattler slithers along.
Life in the sand dunes is very strong,
Prairie Flower strolls and hums a song.
A hawk swoops down on a running prey,
a startled antelope jumps and runs away.
Each inhabitant lives life in its own way,
Prairie Flower stops to rest in the shade.
All her desert friends pass by her each day,
she smiles and wishes them well along the way.
An angel of the desert they all say,
Prairie Flower is their Queen for a day.
Robert Hewett Sr.