A new way to go
Not a trail, not a bicycle or wheelbarrow
Not a canoe, kayak or boat
Not a Kubota, a Ford or a Subaru
I took to the skies
In a Boeing
Bound for a small prairie town
Something new
Not a mountain
Not a waterfall or marmot
It was a big place
With lots of room to breathe the entire sky
And things blowing far off on the horizon
And people and pups
Love, Laughter, Family
I belonged there
With them all
A prairie dog Christmas.
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