The Poetry of Alfhild Berg Salls
There it stands, its limbs out-stretched
across the cloud-flecked blue.What memories are stored in that great crest!Time was, when all about it trees had died of thirst-
Yet, there it towers now above the rest --A beacon to the traveler passing by --
A friend to those who see it often,Murmuring, "Yes, this is the way you chose to go". or
"You're almost there. Your hat you'll soon be doffin'".Its roots lie buried deep in prarie soil--
'Twould take a "Devil wind" to bring it down-This symbol of great courage, strength, and faith-
This Prairie King wearing its emerald crown!Alfhild J. SallsPrairie King
