Prairie Disaster

Prairie disaster, August nights darkened hue Freezing rain torrents down Harvest moon, can't break through Prairie disaster, weighted crops broken blue The old man sits up defeated; flax iced and rotted through He wanders away through the storm and she Needs him more, than anything worth fighting She grips her nails around the brush To paint the door, then lights the lamp To lead him home, through the storm Prairie disaster, at the mercy of their means Beggin' for seeds to sow anew—hands cracked and worn but kept clean Prairie disaster, lightning struck the Burrow tree The arid fields sapped the well fire broke the land unreservedly