Whistle horn outside my window
Silence shattered in a million pieces
Awakened I move toward the window
A moving light floats across the prairie
Signals its precious cargo
Bound for ports westward

This insidious interruption occurs nightly
A reminder that life moves forward
With syncopated beats
Transformed landscapes less scenic
Smoke rises above the wheat fields
Perhaps progress portends pollution

Ground shaking, the animals seek refuge
From the black monster above them
Moonlit reflections seek a truce
With man’s assault on the earth
The almighty dollar rules
Harvested fields now desecrated

Horse and buggy days gone forever
Days grow shorter
As man flirts with time
Foolish enough to abort her invincibility
In the end we will fail
Like so many generations before us