Wind of the Prairie

Warm air dances in the prairie In the hot sunny day. The arid smell comes across The barbed wire to harm my mind; Relaxing under the evergreen, Viewing the heat of the summer scene. A rice farmer with sun-baked skin; His old sandals secure the feet From the drought. He looks up to the bright sky And down the waterless canal. The shallowness of the Mekong River: Mother Nature or the face of destiny; Deal with the fruitless harvest; Have to beg to feed the family Like in a few recent years. Warm air dances in the prairie Blurs the farmer’s figure Then he disappears in the air. I grasp and uproot the dry grass: The nostalgic dream has just passed.