the silence serene,
a quilt to wrap the soul in,
familiar and cozy,
the wind and sky remind one of a bygone era,
the sky,
empty of planes, and vapor trails,
the wind,
a pleasant breeze,
cooling before the advent of air conditioning,
no constant hum of electric motors,
instead meadowlarks sing across the prairie,
north of town.
familiar and cozy,
the wind and sky remind one of a bygone era,
the sky,
empty of planes, and vapor trails,
the wind,
a pleasant breeze,
cooling before the advent of air conditioning,
no constant hum of electric motors,
instead meadowlarks sing across the prairie,
north of town.
Douglas Polk is a poet living in the wilds of central Nebraska with his wife and two boys, two dogs and four cats. Polk has had over 700 poems published in over 100 publications within the last five years. Polk was nominated for pushcart awards in 2012, 2013.
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