The radio at night
Clear, crystal cold, star light.
Radio waves race through the world.
Voices unknown, searching the land
with scratchy noise, for a channel.
The dial moves through the galaxy.
The pounding gale, howling through the grove.
Snow abounding the drifts already there on our buildings.
The animals remain; god only knows why.
In front of the radio,
wandering, in my mind, to foreign lands.
Far away from the northern farm life.
But, I remember…..the meadow larks;
spring, summer, fall,
the waving sea of grass…...I...I guess; I’ll stay on.
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