Nebraskan Neighbor

To the north
A well-established orchard sways within the prairie winds
With each sway the dead leaves flutter to the ground
Resting with the unpicked fruit that fell not so long ago
Withering away in the sweet solitude of the open range

To the east
A rolling plain of freshly harvested cornstalks
Freshly populated with cattle
To graze off the bits of grain left behind
Among them a small herd of mule deer
Which stand alert
Planning their way to the nearest pasture

To the south
The pasture of gullies and pesky evergreen trees
Stands empty of livestock, yet full of life
The owls rest in the trees
The field mice scamper to find a new home
Now that their field has been harvested

To the west
The dusty little village
Which finds its place among the fields
Stays alive with a coop
A gas station
And a bar
The community tighter than homespun yarn
Happier than a horse with fresh oats

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