Prairie Dust

It circled and twisted.
I saw it coming.
Stirring up up everything,
Left out, uncovered.

The field disappeared,
In a red clouded haze.
The tractor kept moving
Though the ground looked ablaze.

From the distance I noticed.
No one stopped their ritual.
Kept right on moving,
As though just habitual.

It didn't take long,
For the small dirty twister,
To fizzle out, leaving field,
Moving tractor.

Just for a swift,
And short burst of time,
A red devil stirred,
Prairie dust was his crime.

Raine Les 9/6/2008

((((((Sadie))))))

Very nice write Sharris.