Before I was tamed,
 
perhaps I roamed the prairie
 
as a summer wind.

 
 
 

Part of your story
 
will never be told again,
 
wind on the prairie.

Singing

 
 
 

singing half a song
 
when the other half is lost
 
to the prairie winds

Sweeping

 
 
 

in the ceaseless sound
 
of wind sweeping the prairie
 
a terrified mouse