Day 176 –Prairie Grass- Haibun Journey View From My Window

I look out my window and the long grass is blowing gently in the wind. It sways to and fro and I think of the prairie grass that one covered most of the heartland. I think how fun it would be to run through the tall grass. Then I think of the buffalo who use to roam the great plains.

In the heartland
an ocean of grass rustles
in the sun

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ancient memories
rise upon the hill
— bison

Image credit — https://www.flickr.com/photos/jlodder/15531539345/

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