See-through houses,
   abandoned,
on the high plains.
Lonely vestiges
of failed dreams...
Roses gone wild,
and in the Spring daffodils
to say "We lived here
   once."
The hardships
were too much.
Mule and plow
   and man
could not fight
the droughts.

The vast plain
stretches out;
now ramshackle
   homesteads
weather the ravages
of time --
but the land will win.
Dreams gone. Farmers
   gone...
just a blackbird
in a lone tree,
and daisies.