Texas Panhandle
Some may say this is a desolate place
No beauty as far as the eye can see
I beg to differ with those who are blind
For I have seen the real beauty of the plains
A glimmer of gold and black from the lizard
She slithers back to her nest
Sunlight bounces from her shiny scales
As she disappears between the grasses
The patterns of the prairie rattler
Shapes and movements only nature creates
He changes colors as the sun moves across
Sunning himself as temperatures fall
The wildfowers that come with spring rains
Cover areas far and wide
Yellows, reds, blues peek through the grasses
Like a patchwork quilt of many colors
The many colors of grassy plains
Wave as the winds sweep across the land
An ocean of buffalo grass moves with purple waves
Golden grains of seed fly from the stalks
I have heard the footsteps of ancestors
I hear the singing voices on the wind
Feel the spirits of those who came before
Took only what they needed and left only memories
A horned toad crosses the road
Such a strange creature with beauty of his own
He cocks his head to spy a hawk
Then scurries to a hidden burrow in the brush
Jack rabbits stop and pose as statues
So still yet alert to danger
A slight rustling of the sage
Sends him off at full stride
Twenty or more antelope appear over the hill
Little tails switching so fast
They too stop to pose and sniff the air
Then drop their heads to graze the protein rich grass
A coyote shuffles past with head down
He stops to scan for any weak animals
Then trots on by knowing there will be no large meal today
Nightfall will come soon and he will come across prey
This place holds many wonders if only you stop to see
Close your eyes and hear the winds
Take a deep breath and smell the sage
Beauty is here much more than the eye can see
Billie William December 7, 2007
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