©2012 Kirby Sanders
I awoke today near Neosho.
The sun shone brightly and the wind whispered
through the high grass.
The makings of a perfect morning!
I listened intently for the call of birds
or the scurry of rodents through underbrush –
but there was none.
There was nothing but a relentless
soft breeze wafting over the prairie
and the call of a creek nearby.
I made my way to the rippling water
and drank my fill.
Took a moment to splash the coolness over my body.
And then I sat upon the bank –
listening to nothing.
Then I set my feet one before the other
onward in search of …