The fog swallows the prairie. The glistening waters of the pond reflect a dull hue. A flock of geese drone a lonely song. As the cows bellow faintly in the distance. A dozen deer prance over the hill their image erased in fog.

Cars come and the whole mystique of the prairie washes away with the coming Industrial Age, hardening the wild prairie. Robbing nature of its habitat.

Published by Maggie Kuhn

Journalist, TBI survivor, evangelist, ​and enthusiastic home barista, enjoying the spices of life! -Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars.

Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: