The wind lashes through my hair
above me an ominous sky
I feel its cold breath upon sunburned cheeks
like demons before the storm fly
Whip the longgrass like a taskmaster
make it all bow before the fury of the gale
Roaring madness within my ears
like Banshees before death wail
Twilight falls it's shadows reach
recoil from lightnings ire
I watch as the earth is forsaken
and consumed by prairie fire
The stench of smoke fills my nose
and brings tears to impassive eyes
while the wind whips the flames into frenzy
around me the world surrenders and dies
without a whimper, without a tear
this pain of life will surely pass
like this storm with its cleansing fire
as it consumes the prairie grass...

©Daniel C. Nielson