Prairie Dreams - Memories (standard:other, 838 words)
Author: drksideofthemoon	Added: Jul 28 2007	Views/Reads: 3346/1942	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Memories of growing up in a small town on the Alberta prairies.

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Evenings were the best. The Pre-Kast company built septic tanks. They
were large box-like concrete things that they placed in rows, forming a 
large maze. The perfect spot for playing hide and seek. Hours were 
spent hiding, and then creeping to home base, trying not be caught. 

As the sun sank below the western horizon, mothers could be heard
calling their brood home. Goodnights, and see ya in the mornings were 
exchanged as everyone retreated to their homes. The most unfortunate 
ones would have a date with the bathtub. 

Dreams, prairie dreams, flowing on the night wind. Listen to the whistle
of the Trans-Continental roaring west, gaining speed. The cool breeze 
blows in through the open window. The air is sweet with moisture. 
Nothing moves, the town is asleep, waiting for the sun to bring it to 
life once again. 

Dream on, prairie dreams, Flowing on the night wind, Selkirk and Red
Fife, Waving with the breeze. 

Dream on, prairie dreams, Weathered face, knowing eye, Masseys and
Cockschutts, Runnin' through the night. 

Dream on, prairie dreams, Take me back home, Dream on, prairie dreams,
The home of my youth. 


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