Born again in spirit

            among the grasses of the Plains

swirling locusts at every step

            green angels in my wake.

Ahead the Snaking river

            winds through hills and fields

cacti crunching beneath my heels

            my shadow sun’s sole shield.

Born unto the Savannahs

            now treads this grassy Plain

descendent that they’d never know

            nor would I know they.

Coneflowers and goldenrod

            a heavenly bouquet

sunflowers and milkweed nod

            the passing of my way.

Born again in Spirit

            no gods to save my soul

‘cept those amongst the sandy fields

            that Watch my steps unfold.