By David Skiles
Sawyer farmer and poet
Peaceful Prairies Poetry

The Night Winds Howl

The night winds lift their voice of ooowwww

As they pummel hard the dark hours through,

While screaming to take from the weary rest,

And to leave behind no happiness.

But near my soul God’s always stood,

With His loving kindness oh how good!

I’m snuggled deep within my cot

And care little, of the wind and it’s ruthless lot.

There’s naught I can do in this heartless storm

But safely rest ‘neath my Saviors arm,

And stay snuggled in my little shire,

Warm beside a roaring fire!

.dbs. 2-28-2024

Winters Last Blast

The winter wind is blowing thru

I hear the coyote howling too

The barn owl perched high cries whooo, whooo

While my fingers are turning blue

It’s winter time when you get chilled thru and thru.

It’s chilly on this frosty morn

While I check if a new calf’s been born.

Then thaw the hydrant frozen and forlorn,

A’for I meander through the barn.

I feed the nag alfalfa and corn.

It’s winter time when your feet get froze

And your blood runs thick from your head to your toes.

There’s nary a thing on the ole place grows

‘Cept ice cycles by your beard and nose.

An’ the days are short, but they’re beginning to grow.

Now the holidays have all flown past

Of the zero weather we’ve had our blast.

And the ground hog’s checked if his shadow is cast.

One of these storms will be our last.

Then spring will come and winter be past.

The hay in reserve is beginning to wane

And the cattle are searching for anything green.

So be wary be wary of their breakout plan.

While you dream of spring and a garden plan.

And winter blasts you again as it can.

.dbs. 3-7-2025