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A Prairie Woman's Passion
A poem by
   Bill "UgliCoyote" Davis
   12/21/97

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Featureless hills, fronds of waving grass swept by      
    winds unseen, but always heard.
Unfettered loneliness, day upon day, while children
    cry, demanding, constant, like a toothache.
Snow blowing, bitter January cold making
    rest, escape, respite seem surreal.

1886, near Tryon, south of the Dismal,
    wind oboeing past isinglass windows
    arouses passions, horrors, fears
    as Mrs. Klein poisons her children
    and herself

Mr. Klein finds them there, bodies
    washed by waves of snow
    on these ancient seabed sands.

© 1997 - Bill says "Having visited my site you know that the prairie and plains of my Nebraska upbringing have influenced me greatly and I write about those places. This poem relates a real incident which occurred in the Sandhills of Nebraska in 1886. It captures, I think, a bit of the loneliness that the pioneers must have suffered at times."

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