Rain And Prairie Snow
Do you speak well of me?
I’m a flock of flying geese
Getting out before your heavy feet
Could ever catch me
How’s relief from tending
Apples you won’t ever eat?
Now rotting on the ground
Next season’s coming round
After hail and snow and sleet
Fall back and watch you grow
You’re a flower, perennial
I’ll come and go
I am rain and prairie snow
Autor(es): Johanne Swanson
