December 9, 2004
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Prairie Wind Sea
I love where Matt and I live. Driving home from work is like sailing to my home port. The cotton fields are harvested, and the gins are going to be busy for another 2 months or so, which means everyone’s allergies are acting up. Merry Christmas to all, and to all some Flonase.
This is a poem by someone who passed away on September 11, 2004. His words kind of describe how I feel about my new home.
Prairie Wind Sea On the twenty-fifth floor, behind golden doors,
Powerful voices said, “This can be yours!”
“Away,” I replied, “My spirit’s still free,
I’m born to sail the Prairie Wind Sea.”Prairie Wind Sea, Oh, Prairie Wind Sea,
Forever a challenge, your waves are to me;
They twist me and turn me, make me eat dust,
But the spirit within says, “Cross you I must!”This sea I will sail through twister and gust;
In tempest and calm, a bay horse I trust.
He’s seventeen hands and runs to be free:
Vessel for me on the Prairie Wind Sea.Should our voyage not reach your far-away banks,
Just for the journey, we’ll sing out our thanks!
A prayer is shared by my vessel and me:
Lord, guide us over your Prairie Wind Sea.Prairie Wind Sea, Oh, Prairie Wind Sea,
Forever a challenge, your waves are to me.
Though the tide may be risin’, my spirit’s still free!
I’m born to sail the Prairie Wind Sea.– David John Williams, April 18, 1998
People who live their dreams inspire me.
