Prairie Sentinel

At first just a gentle stirring.....
The breeze tugs gently at the blades....

A quiet groan and then some movement
As the sunlight starts to fade

This sentinel of the prairie
Stands guard both day and nite

And does it's chores, without complaint
From sun up till moon lite.

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