By tom on July 31, 2009
Autumn has arrived. Trees decked out in Joseph’s coat Reds, yellows, orange, rust, green And every hue in between. Leaves dancing and fluttering in the wind Drop to earth In a dizzy spin. This wonderful display Is short lived. Winters winds will soon move in, Earth takes on a Different glow With the arrival of [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Autumn, Blow, Bun, cold, dancing, dream, Earth, Fire, For you, Frozen Toes, Glows, Hot Toddy, Hue, Hurry Home, joy, night, Prayer, Prayers, Reds, scream, Shoes, sleep, Snooze, snow, Stairs, Toast, Toes, Tree, Trees, war, White Snow, Yellows
By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
There are no castles in this world, Like once we built in Spain! And never again the soft wind blows- Adown the shady lane! An Angel helped me write these lines- She is always here with me! Im sending HER to you today, In a dreamers poetry! I tell her “fly away out WEST!” “Across [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, Blow, dream, Dreamer, heart, lonely, pain, poetry, world
By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
Here is one to “old man dreams” that we just wrote today, Grandpa And I and the “Guardian Angel”……. Dreams, Old Dreams, is a funny old man- For you never, never can tell0 Which of his dreams, when the night time comes, HE…..IS BRINGING TO YOU……TO SELL! It may be a dream, of the “Hellava” [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Angel, Angels, Blow, dream, Dreamer, dreams, Ears, eyes, For you, fun, funny, girl, Gold, Grandpa, Hell, kiss, love, Moon, night, Tea, tears, These Dreams, war, world
By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
Editor:- I am 71 years old now, and have read the Dakota Farmer all my life. Today I thought I would send you this song I just wrote. Thought you may need a Spring-song! Seems strange, but when I think of farming, I see the old days, and the horses,and the great, quiet fields. I [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blow, Clouds, dream, Ears, flying, Hill, Horses, Life, Pleasure, pleasures, sin, spring, world
By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
It was a cld fall day- In early morning- Even the far off clouds Seemed half asleep- The endless plains reach on- Nor know the dawning- WORDS ON THE SKY- WHO TAKES CARE OF MY SHEEP? Who looks after the Fold? Why did God MAKE THEM? to seek for HOME, within A heartless world? The [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Blow, Brambles, Clouds, Dawn, Deer, dream, Dreamer, Dusk, dust, Early Morning, Ears, falling, Father, god, heart, Lad, Lain, Laugh, lonely, Mold, Mother, Running, Sky, sleep, Sun, Tree, war, Warmth, world
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
The pheasants are starving in four foot af snow! With Northerners blowing, at twenty below! Out there in the Soil Bank, wher snowdrifts are deep. The pheasants are lying, for- ever to sleep! The news came from Washington, right from the wire- “Feed-the-poor-pheasants!” like a prairie on fire! John found a pheasant, its last strength [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Ash, Blow, breeze, Breezes, Eden, eyes, Fire, Rain, Sad, Seeds, sin, Sky, sleep, snow, spring, Sun, war
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
Oh the happy, happy Farmer, He is getting ready now- To harness up the horses, And attach them to the plow! The wild geese flying over- Flying far- and flying free- Oh, the Prairie Farmers dreaming- There his greatest pleasures be! He can hear the wild geese calling Flying free, and flying far- And the [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blow, Clouds, dream, Ears, flying, Hill, Horses, Pleasure, pleasures, sin, spring, world
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
I first called this poem “Yound Days” But one night when I swept the school house out I found this on her tablet written before she left fifty years ago Last Night of Seventeen So take it for the Title She wrote the name for my poem fifty years ago When prairie winds blow as [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Blow, Dad, Daddy, Ears, girl, house, night, Poem, School, sin, sleep, snow, Sun, Tea, Tree
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
My brother J.O. Christianson left home at seventeen, went to Minneapolis. He went to St. Paul Farm school college for forty years and with the superintendent for thirty years. Was Knighted by the King of Sweden for starting the foreign student exchange. John had been out here at HOME, in Dakota, and head seen the [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blow, Brother, Bun, change, Christian, Crowd, Ears, Eden, Fate, Freedom, Gold, heart, Lain, lies, memories, Moving, night, School, snow, Stacks, Storms, Sun, Sunset
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
I never see John anymore- The yeras have come between- He left for Minnesota In the fall of Seventeen- An’ then we both got married, An’ the years have skipped away- Since we were little boys at Home A Fiddleing “Nellie Gray”! The wind was blowing the prairie grass- Both of us boys were poor- [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blow, dream, dreams, dust, Ears, Grass, joy, sin, Stories
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