Poems & lyrics celebrating Kansas Flint Hills land & people by Annie Wilson – the “Flint Hills Balladeer”
Porch Night
On this moonless night, I sit on the ranch house porch steps, Under the cool blanket of Summer’s evening air, And gaze down Into the pure darkness Of the creek bottom below.
Across my bare feet is The soft fur of sleeping dog.
A horse snorts in the darkness. The creek frogs start.
Deep in the woods, The whippoorwill Begins his night call, Monotonous, But comforting.
Lightning bugs In random pinpoint flares Surprise and flash Their magical luminescence.
I lean back and look up Into the primeval black sky.
Far from light-blinded cities, The star patterns Shape themselves Into timeless ancient forms Scattered across the vast, Fathomless skyscape, And I thrill to the sight Of Endlessness.
The dog awakes, And I go to bed, Satisfied to end the day With a view Of the universe.
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Photo courtesy-Pixabay-Umkreisel
