PRARIE MAN

HE BRINGS THE
PRARIE WIND
AND WRY HUMOR
ARRIVING WITH
TOOLS FOR REPAIRS
NO AIRS
ABOUT HIM,
MOSTLY BEARING
GIFTS
SOME OBVIOUS
SOME NOT
THE BOX IS FULL
OF IDEAS
AND SKILLS
ACCUMULATED
OVER THE YEARS
OF CHILDREN
AND MUSIC
CARRYING THE
POINTED ROOFS OF
TAHITI BACK
INTO THE STATES
ALONG WITH A LOVE
OF THE SOUTH
PACIFIC,
THE TRAVELER
HAS ALMOST
VANISHED
BUT I SEE HIM
HIDING THERE
BEHIND NEW SHADES
READY TO RIDE
THE HILLS OF MY
TOWN, RACING
ON PATHS I
HAVE NEVER SEEN
IT IS MORE HIS DREAM
AND REALITY
ALL THE SECRET
TRICKS
WITH WHICH HE
WILL SURPRISE
AND REPAIR,
FIX THE GATE
POWER UP THAT
MACHINE AND SAW
WHILE WE LISTEN
TO THE MUSIC
OF A GENIUS
WHO CARRIES
THE MELANCHOLY
AND DISTINCTIVE VOICE
INTO OUR SENSES
DECORATING DAYS
THAT HAVE COME
AFTER A LESSON FROM
GOD
SPEAKING THE TRUTH
OF THE NATURE
AND PLIGHT,


THE STARS COME
OUT TONITE
AND SPARKLE
WITH THE MOON,
WHILE HE NOTICES
ORION SHINING
AND A CLOUD BANK,
HE WILL LEAVE ME
REPAIRED
RENEWED
FULL OF LAUGHTER
AND GRATITUDE
FOR AN UNDERSTATED
MAN
JUST LIVING THE
LIFE GIVEN HIM,
PRESENTING A LOT
OF SPECIAL TALENT
FOR BOOKS AND BBQS,
SCRUBBING THE
WASTED OLD VAN
INTO A WHITE MIRACLE
BEFORE DEPARTING,
I BLESS HIM
AS HE DRIVES AWAY
AND HOPE I CAN
PERSUADE THE BLUES
TO BRING HIM BACK,
THE MUSICAL
ATTACK
IS ALWAYS
HELPFUL,
BUT SURELY
HE RESPONDS
TO THE MOST
SIMPLE THINGS,
PERHAPS
UNAWARE OF
THE JOY
HE BRINGS.

©J.W. WINSLOW 4/1/17