Prairie Wind

My Parents drove through town last night up to watch my nieces and nephews for the week.

My mom reminded me of the Van Horn family cook book which has some great family recipes as well as some poetry. I liked this poem by my great grandmother Dorothy Victorine Ellwood Van Horn.

Prairie Wind

The prairie wind came over the hill,
And she blew,
She blew dirt from rock to rill,
And she blew.
She blew the clothesline up in the air,
And scattered the linens everywhere.
And she blew – blew – blew – blew – blew.

She blew the soot right into the soup,
And she blew.
She made the oysters loop the loop,
And she blew.
She blew the lining from the well.
The farmer said things we cannot tell,
And she blew – blew – blew – blew – blew.

She blew the driver from the bus,
And she blew.
He began to fume and fuss,
And she blew.
She blew the harness form the wall.
She blew the horse right out of the stall,
And she blew – blew – blew -blew – blew.

When we think of it now, we have to laugh,
And she blew.
She blew the hide right off the calf,
And she blew.
She blew it into the kitchen door,
And it landed right on the parlor floor,
And she blew – blew – blew – blew – blew

Oh, the prairie wind went over the hill,
And she blew.
She blew someone and she wouldn’t be still,
And she blew.
She blew a hole right through the hill,
And for all we know she is blowing still,
And she blew – blew – blew – blew – blew.

It may not be the best poetry you’ve ever read, but I feel connected to her because of her words. I am grateful to have this kind of history available to me. Genealogy is fantastic! I can’t wait for the new PAF to become available to everyone!