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Nomads of the Prairie (the lowly tumbleweed)
Contributed by
Peg
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Wednesday, 12th November 2003 @ 10:18:29 PM in AEST
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The wind is their master
The fences their captor
Racing to reach their destination
Was this the reason for their creation
They hurry and scurry across the land
Never stopping for long like a gypsy band
One reaches a fence but has to stop
One on another 'til they reach the top
Over one goes but freedom is fleeting
Next time on the bottom taking the beating
They struggle and strain again to be free
To tumble and fly as they were meant to be
What are we to make of this prairie brush
Don't we do the same in our daily rush
Some on the bottom, some on the top
We fight to make it, we can not stop
We get caught in the snares that pull us low
Others roll over us, how cruel the blow
Never giving up that makes us strong
If we get to the top - take another along
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Peg
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2003-11-12 22:18:29]
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Re: Nomads of the Prairie (the lowly tumbleweed)
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by twinkletoes on
Wednesday, 12th November 2003 @ 10:33:16 PM AEST
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Bravo, love the insight.
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