I loved this song!\u00a0 I wrote the poem while I listened to it.\u00a0 I have never done this before. Usually I listen to the song and write after. I found that little pieces of the song would jump out and find their way into the poem.\u00a0 So, any lines from the song I will go back later and identify them some how.\u00a0 Thank you, Caitlin for this beautiful song.<\/p>\n
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prairie love<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n dust coats my feet,<\/p>\n bare toes to the Earth<\/p>\n as it should be –<\/p>\n I pray with my bare soul to these prickles<\/p>\n and tiger lilies<\/p>\n wild in the sunlight.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n clouds of my foot prints<\/p>\n lead me to:<\/p>\n those fallen barns<\/p>\n holding more than dried lumps of what horses leave in their wake<\/p>\n of meals once eaten;<\/p>\n to fallen barns holding<\/p>\n first groping loves in slanting hay lofts<\/p>\n what green-eyed boys leave in their wake<\/p>\n in the hint of sweet grass scents swimming in our hair<\/p>\n our heads<\/p>\n our hands retracing places those green-eyed boys traced, too.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n or tufts of cottonwood seeds gathered around<\/p>\n those bare toes<\/p>\n reminding me of<\/p>\n snow-filled days when fires in barrels<\/p>\n filled abandoned train cars with light and warmth<\/p>\n of adolescent laughter,<\/p>\n tinkling of icy beer bottles in paper cases<\/p>\n hoping love would warm<\/p>\n or teach<\/p>\n this dear,<\/p>\n young heart<\/p>\n to love with body<\/p>\n and spirit.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n these past years<\/p>\n my feet,<\/p>\n dust coated and praying,<\/p>\n have walked those sacred roads again<\/p>\n with ghosts of those now spirit<\/p>\n holding my hand as I go<\/p>\n to let me know<\/p>\n the land has me now:<\/p>\n holding my dusty feet and frozen hands,<\/p>\n binding my broken heart with bailing twine –<\/p>\n broken by stubborn boys who taught me how to be bare<\/p>\n before the fires ignited in the back 40<\/p>\n in the shadows of cottonwoods<\/p>\n who kept our secrets in the fields.<\/p>\n (c) r.l.elke<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I loved this song!\u00a0 I wrote the poem while I listened to it.\u00a0 I have never done this before. Usually I listen to the song and write after. I found that little pieces of the song would jump out and find their way into the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-50838","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50838","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=50838"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50838\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51013,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50838\/revisions\/51013"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=50838"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=50838"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=50838"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}