Lengths of Indian grass stretch along the trails
Over the lake the geese squawk and fly in masses
Evening sets as the sun sinks behind the trees
Softly the wind whispers to the leaves
Sway your limbs with the breeze
Bottomland prairies are home to the slithering Massasauga
Lands wet and dry stretch farther than the eye can see
Under the clouds the birds flutter about singing
Footprints on the ground left by the wildlife
Follow trails back to the visitor center
Schedule the next visit
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-Written by Team Loess Bluffs member, Kay Light
A poem by Team Loess Bluffs member Anthony Procopio Ross
I Forgot What Being Free Was Like
It had been a while since I felt that feeling of wonderment
The constraints of a hectic life kept me grounded
I took a stroll through the paths along the refuge
Wishing to see a fox or a deer
But I didn’t come across either
I found something better
I found the whistling wind that carried the geese above me
I found the icy water that kept the fish swimming in front of me
I found the serene sounds of the bustling life around me
I lost track of time with no remorse
I didn’t know how much I missed the calm
How much I missed the little things in life
I forgot what being free was like
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-Written by team Loess Bluffs Member, Jocelyn Contreras