Prairie Call

I feel the prairie calling,

Calling, calling...

I feel the prairie calling,

Calling me home.

 

I feel the subtle tugging,

Tugging, tugging...

I feel the subtle tugging,

Tugging me home.

 

I sense the prairie drawing,

Drawing, drawing...

I sense the prairie drawing,

Drawing me home.

 

I hear the quiet whisper,

Whisper, whisper...

I hear the quiet whisper,

Urging me home.

 

Oh how the prairie beckons,

Beckons, beckons...

Oh how the prairie beckons,

Beckons me home.

 

And yet I cannot follow,

Follow, follow...

And yet I cannot follow,

Follow it home.

 

I feel the prairie calling,

Tugging, drawing...

I hear the quiet whisper,

Urging me home.

 

Prairie Call

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Wendy Welk was born in Alberta, Canada and spent her formative years stargazing and joyfully playing in the snow. Wendy's poems have appeared in newspapers and magazines. She lives with her son and is still a fan of snow!
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