Mostly, it's of hurricane force -
A giant's touch.
But when it lays and gently kisses
Is when the hills and flowers,
Receive their cue -
To bloom and make the prairie open
Wide it's arms;
To color, riotous 'n beautiful,
But, when winter's nigh, and gales from o'er
The Rockies pour,
It's time to get out our longjohns and
Don them once more!!
by Donna Penley