Prarie Song Blog Archive on August 9, 2009, 8:00

by HorseFeathers, age 16

Upon a broken field
stands my little wooden cabin
beneath the willow tree

Every night is crystal clear
gentle winds playing with my chimes
The crickets perform at my door

But of it all, oh of it all
the white horseman
stands for all

He comes every evening
when the sun sets to rest
with his guitar, and his riding
upon the white steed

He sings to me every night
One song by moon’s light

“Kansas, sweet Kansas land divine
Like the earth and the sky our