Soft whisper in the oaks

A song for all the country folks

Swelling in volume across the hills

With forgotten thoughts of cold and chills


Rattling in the Big Blue Stem

And the summer heat begins to dim

Carrying the mewling of the newborn

And grunting sounds from out the corn


The scree of the Red Tail Hawk

The “bobwhite” of the quail talk

A deep grunt from the bull buffalo

Delicate peace broken, caws of crow


Coyotes howling as the moonbeams fall

The wind reverberating to the call

Carrying the beautiful echo on forward

And gentle peace reigns here with the Lord


For the love of our children’s children

Their pleasure to always hear a prairie wren

With His faith we plant again His prairie seed

Knowing He will answer our prayer of need.