The prairies are known for wheat fields and industry ~ no foolish flowers
or graceful stands of trees
especially for my grandparents and pioneers arriving on a flat, open plain,
only wanting land, but somehow
trees, flowers, and vegetables
sprouted and grew
with the patience of farming families and
the longing for green growing things and bright colourful flowers
While the fields were quilted
in green wheat, blue flax and yellow canola
it was not like the abundant gardens of home
so gardens with potatoes, onions and carrots were planted
even if precious water had to be sacrificed to keep them alive
there was only waving grasslands and sky burning bright blue
or gray with clouds if luck brought rain with a crack of thunder
the only relief, the night fall that erased the vast emptiness of the prairie
Now the descendants of my grandparents and pioneers
keep planting - not just fields of waving grains - but
graceful trees, foolish flowers and vegetables of many kinds.
“After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars.”
~ Carl Sandburg
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