Dust

Tossed aloft by

Winds that sweep the prairie soil

Blowing who knows where,

Clouding the air,

Till dark as night

It moves along.

And with it goes

The hearts of prairie men

Dried up and broken from too much

Tilling of the soil.

Dreams like the dust

Blow off into the sky

Obscured by reason

Till they fade away and hope is gone.

Still the dust

Blows on.

Our fathers feet were

Planted deeply here

Now ours are torn by wind and drought

And we move on.