A trace of gray

Unpublished Poem written by my friend Stephen Rowe - 21 August 2009

Photo by Ron Dubin

A trace of gray lingers on week long storms

that hug the mid west twilight

Ground pounding light and thunder shows

Soak the summer lands

drain the warm

as cool front winds

greet the fall.

I stood on what used to be the prairie,

watching rolling clouds

forming over endless fields of corn and beans

cut only by sparse tree lines left as wind breaks.

Where did all of the forests go? I thought as the

evening sky parted and a once in a lifetime

sun shine filled my eyes

and I did not turn away or fear to hear the
calling

"It is not what one is, rather who one is that is paramount."
Stephen Craig Rowe