At the raptor center yesterday I was told about the Parkhill Pairie and how wonderful it was. I went to check it out and what I discovered is a history, a peace, a calm.
No one was around, I think I saw one truck in the time I was there and that was when I was leaving. I sat down in the middle of a prairie and could imagine the plains settlers coming across in covered wagons, the indigenous indians and the bison.
I have been left feeling very small in the expanse of the ocean, the mountains or the idea of space but this was just an open expanse of prairie. I watch hawks and vultures rising and falling on a perfect blue horizon. More important than anything, I stopped and listened
It was amazing and I realize even more why the backland prairie is such an amazing ecosystem worth saving.
A silence
A beautiful and unadulterated silence
Blue stem grasses blowing in breezes
Ghosts of ancient Indians and bison
Whispering on winds in winter
I am alone
All I can hear, the cattle screaming
In distance fields
And the crow mocking my silence
God keeps coming through
The last few days
He brings me to a wonderful, magical place
Of bliss
A silence and contentment
Having nothing to do with time
Or circumstance
I see a hawk where it belongs
High and resting on collumns of wind
Rising and falling
Again and again
It is my souls’ compliment
As it dances
And plays in a sky full of possibilities
A contentment I can barely explain
All I can say is nature
Has a magic
A wisdom with only a whisper
Waiting
For those who listen
In an open field
Of silence
I can feel the peace and stillness through your words.
Exceptional photos and words Steve.
I needed the peace and quiet-it was wonderful-Thanks
Just you and camera? great photos!