The prairies

I love the the prairies.

The prairies with the big, open, wide, wheat fields that go on for miles.

The prairies with endless blue sky in the day and bright twinkling stars in the evening.

The prairies with dancing green and blue northern lights.

The prairies with cows grazing in pastures on the side of a long dirt road.

I love the prairies because of the neighbours who stop by in the fields at havest time and give cookies and warm goods.

I love the prairies because of the cowboys and cowgirls herding their cattle down the road, the traffic passing, waving as they go by.

I love the prairies because of the sunflowers that grow wildly in the ditches of the road.

I love the prairies because they are home.