Abandoned Prairie

A house sits empty Upon the plains, Left so suddenly To bear it's own pains - The windows broken Doors open, Dust walks right in... and right out again. No other homes Any where in sight, It moans alone In the darkest part of night - Sitting isolated on the Western prairie Holding memories too strong to bury, It looks and longs For all who are gone... From this country so solitary. The abandoned prairie Laughs in the wind, At those intruders Who tried in vain to tame this indefinate land - With their weak cattle To replace the buffalo, And wretched reservations to capture The proud Indian people of long ago. Where are these invaders now, and How shall they be found, Lying so still In the cold prairie ground. And yet, the endless wind blows on, Singing so contrary, The only one to never abandon The lonesome prairie.