Oh I have walked that Golden Prairie,
In spring, in summer and fall
I've knelt by a carpet of crocuses,
And a nest where the grasses grow tall.
I've walked down a winding wagon trail,
Where the soft dust covered my toes.
And I've faced a raging blizzard
that frosted my wrists and my nose.
I've watched the wild geese
In spring and in fall-
And I've raced the wind so merrily,
To hear their clarion call,
I've held baby chicks
And a big green frog-
I've made a raft on a swamp
from a dried out log.
I've almost touched the Northern Lights,
As they danced and sparkled on frosty nights.
I've helped churn butter
And baked fine bread.
I have buried a robin
That I found was dead,
Oh I love that Golden Prairie,
For its beauty, peace and grace.
What better way to see it,
Than through a young girls face.
©Martha Freeman 1970
