Barbara Attaway

Rookie (Beaumont, Texas, USA)

Is Not The Summer Prairie Calling To You - Poem by Barbara Attaway

Is not the summer prairie calling to you
Sultry days lazily await your rollicking voice
To answer and cool the afternoon
Only daubers busy themselves in this heat
Building mud huts in dark corners
Of shady verandas

Sun shining not softly but in anger
At absence of cloud or moisture
Oh, that it could shed tears
Not salty, but quenching tall grasses
Hiding mice and hares and snakes
From soaring talons

Know you not the wistful oaks are beckoning
Listlessly swaying, needing your sweet breath
To give lift to their wave
Locusts cling and bid their lovers hurry
Screeching distressed cries of loneliness
On thirsty limbs

Mockingbirds care not to trill melodies
They want your brown eyes, your ears
To enjoy and delight in their musical
Raven's 'Caw, caw' calls out
Repeating instruction day after breathless day
His mandate haunts

Shy prairie flowers blush not on this day
Instead they wilt and moan
They too, desire your adoring gaze
Butterfly and bee take little time to visit
Finding no pleasure in floral dancing
With unwilling partners

Is not the summer prairie calling to you
Will not your fateful rendezvous wait
Until our souls find peace with such vacancy
Emptying this prairie of your essence
Shall you not indeed stay forever
Rippling across and touching us with your sigh

Comments about Is Not The Summer Prairie Calling To You by Barbara Attaway

  • (1/8/2018 1:47:00 PM)

    Beautiful. I see it in my mind as I read. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/24/2007 10:00:00 AM)

    Absolutely gorgeous! Well done! (Report) Reply

  • (1/11/2007 5:28:00 PM)

    I've always loved this one, Barb. I still have the copy you sent me. I still expect to find him there whenever i go. I still love it but it's somehow seems a little lost without him. (Report) Reply

  • (5/11/2006 12:28:00 PM)

    To feel that real loss can change and re-shape that in which we once found great beauty, is to revisit that beauty and instil in it, a little of what you have lost. A remarkable poem and a tribute.
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  • (3/29/2006 10:37:00 AM)

    This should be published! Beautiful, rich, and I love it. Esther : ] (Report) Reply

  • (3/29/2006 9:37:00 AM)

    An amazing poem, Barbara! Lovely word choices and images. Thank you for bringing to my eye a beautiful place I had barely glimpsed. Definitely a 10. -chuck (Report) Reply

  • (3/28/2006 3:04:00 PM)

    You know I love this one. Still makes me cry after all this time.
    Glad you finally made it over to Poemhunter.I think you'll love it here. I do.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 28, 2006

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