Having trouble with ... Five suns have brought him forth
and the three lines that follow. It seems to get too objective
and loses the theme of the newborn. HELP!
PRAIRIE CHILD BLOOMING
Sagebrush surrenders its dew
To dawn's vapor.
Rising Wyoming wind hurries,
Tumbles down from the Rockies.
Gray-green silence yields to
Pronghorn munch. Tiny
Hoofs prance circles around
Mother impatient to fly.
Bullet-like on spring loaded
Legs he speeds away straight
As a die, stops abruptly, sniffs
A Painted Lady, whirls around,
Returns to mother at top speed,
Bunts; 1,2,3 until milk flows free.
Five suns have brought him forth
To the top of this world where
Freedom beckons and life calls
Him to challenge the wind.
Like an arrow he speeds away,
Disappears into a draw.
He shows nubbins and eyes above
The grass, hesitates, spies the herd,
Ducks down again, plays peek-a-boo,
Tests permanence of his domain.
-Dewell H. Byrd
and the three lines that follow. It seems to get too objective
and loses the theme of the newborn. HELP!
PRAIRIE CHILD BLOOMING
Sagebrush surrenders its dew
To dawn's vapor.
Rising Wyoming wind hurries,
Tumbles down from the Rockies.
Gray-green silence yields to
Pronghorn munch. Tiny
Hoofs prance circles around
Mother impatient to fly.
Bullet-like on spring loaded
Legs he speeds away straight
As a die, stops abruptly, sniffs
A Painted Lady, whirls around,
Returns to mother at top speed,
Bunts; 1,2,3 until milk flows free.
Five suns have brought him forth
To the top of this world where
Freedom beckons and life calls
Him to challenge the wind.
Like an arrow he speeds away,
Disappears into a draw.
He shows nubbins and eyes above
The grass, hesitates, spies the herd,
Ducks down again, plays peek-a-boo,
Tests permanence of his domain.
-Dewell H. Byrd